I want the last thing I see to be the stars, so I know my soul will finally be going somewhere beautiful.

And your brown eyes are still the brightest part of my future, even if they do not rest upon me but instead continue looking.

I'm so tired of fighting the demons in my head, but how long will it take before I realize you're controlling them.

I will not fall to my knees and beg for your attention, but I'll gladly get on them and show you some of mine.

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.