you once asked me why I was so infatuated with a boy that tried to write me off in forty eight hours I found some reasons why
he’s sweet and he’s bitter in all my favorite doses- the words he told me were kind yet at times held a sarcastic playfulness I find in myself. we’d tease each other with little resistance and laugh at each others misfortunes with kindness. his actions were soft no matter how aggressive they may have looked because not once has he ever come at me with the motive to damage; letting him easily flesh my soul out for show. the walls I put up nothing but tainted window panes I once let him hold my raw emotions bare in his hands then found myself cold from the lack of his embrace when he pulled away from the hug
and I can go on with these reasons- these glimmers of hope that sound more like excuses to why I refuse to let go and hoard his memories within my ribcage.
you should have known we would be on our own so alone scared of tomorrow 'cause everything feels so hollow we count the shadows so alone through the night and tears follow every breath we take dreaming a tale that we made but now it's no-more like the summer we met it's a different story we've lost ourselves the season couldn't stay and we let ourselves drift away and now we know how low one can go before the sky has withered and now we know why we didn't show even though nothing else mattered nothing but you nothing but you now we don't have a clue of what to do and all I ever wanted was all of you I hope it's not true what they say about love so alone on our own we burned our home so there would be no walls now we have the sky soon the tears will dry and we can have it all everyone but you everything but love
now that we have the world tell me, why does it still hurts?