Tell me that you still look for me in a crowd out in public. Tell me I live in your mind, that I don't just cross it.
I wrote down the times that you were eating me alive. The times I couldn't breath the times I did more than cry. I wrote about the passion, the love, the hate. I wrote about sidewalks, the movies and cake. I miss the moments we would meet eyes, I miss the moments we went on nighttime drives. I think about details like the curls in your hair, the way you stared. Your eyes lit a fire I have yet to put out. A fire that's destroyed me So just tell me you understand, this way that I feel. I need the closure so maybe I can heal.

You make me breathless, but please put your hands around my throat and choke so I can at least enjoy you slowly killing me.

I just want everything to stop.
Including my heart.

I suppose I've come to terms with the fact that you will never love me. Because how do you dwell on something that never dwells upon you.

Last night you told me you loved me.
That's all I've wanted to hear for the last year.
But something seemed to come over me, and I panicked.
I wanted to believe those lovely words but my heart wouldn't let me.
Because I'm enough for the moment, but I'll never be enough truly.
I never am.

I still love you.
But only in my dreams do you truly love me back.

You are the sun.

Full of warmth and anger. You light up the world but there is always a part of you hidden from it. You chase away the darkness but who chases away yours?