Maybe I'm growing out of you.
The way I grew out of my favourite sweater.
The way the trees grow out of their leaves every fall.
But maybe I never really loved you.
And maybe your words were meaningless.
And maybe I'm an idiot for falling.
But I fell.
I fell for all those stupid lies.
And you don't even know it.
Or maybe we both changed just enough so that we understood why it would never work.

What's so bad about it?
I mean it's not your body.
It's mine.
I can do whatever I like with it.
I don't see why silly red lines that make me feel something upset you so much.

I guess guessing isnt enough to keep up a healthy relationship.
And I guess I should stop saying 'I guess' so much..

The suffocation of my thoughts in my chest make it hard for me to take those much needed deep breaths

It's almost 2am.
I'm kind of laying here in the hot, unnatural heat.
I miss you a little bit.
My insomnia has been bad lately.
I guess you're okay.
I'll just write about you for awhile until I drift off into the colourless world of pretend realitys promising to bring you back to me.

Life is a beautiful condescending labyrinth of emotions. Some of us just get mixed up in between it all.
Feeling nothing.