As you trace your fingers over the rips in my jeans, I
think about the things that made me love you at first and I
wasn't too sure about who I
was and it gets so hard sometimes to figure myself out and I
am so sorry if I
hurt you, but bruises don't heal quickly on me and I
saw his scars today and I
couldn't breathe for a minute because he was so close and I
hope he's okay and I
hope you still love me and I
hope I
can finally myself out

Nothing is making sense anymore. I feel like I'm writing the same thing;
over and
over and
over and
over again.

I don't think our love could ever be rekindled because it's always so fleeting
These feelings and missing and wanting and loving and hoping for something
better to happen, but

I miss you like the grass misses the rain and the boy across the street misses his drugs and like my best friend misses the love she shared with a boy who couldn't figure himself out.

I miss you like the deaf miss music and blind miss sunsets
I miss your smile and your laugh and your hands and your hair,
even when I poke fun at it.
I wish I wasn't so harsh to you sometimes because really, I'm trying my best to be tough so I don't melt into your arms when I see you because
I'm that scared.

I miss arguing with you like a brother and talking with you like a counselor and loving you like you were the only one left.
Sometimes, I miss just talking to you. Just the sound of your voice or how you used to defend me and tell me you love me and you don't anymore.
You don't do any of that and you wonder why we don't go for coffee 24/7 anymore.
I miss going out for coffee, 24/7.
I miss everything that happened and I wish I could take it all back because I swear to God, if there was one person I felt was meant for me in this whole world,
it would be you.

I have adored you since the first day I saw you, with your hair redder than a sunset.
I didn't know your name, your age, even your grade, but you were so intriguing and from that moment on, I saw beauty in a different light.
So when the other girls said they loved you, I let them.
I let their words wash over me knowing that I could never be girl that you would choose first, why would you?
When those girls touch you, I hope you get butterflies and smile and feel good about yourself because you're beautiful, you're wonderful, you're infinite.
When she touches you on the dance floor and you don't smile, push her away, slap her in the face, tell her that you do not want her.
When you shine on that dance floor like radiance and hope and new sunshine, keep shining.
Don't ever lose that light.

Don't ever let some ***** sell you a bundle of beautiful words.
They may say romantic pick up lines, but sometimes it's been woven with lies.
In the end, the kids that tell you the prettiest words and make you feel like a movie worth watching are the biggest liars.
The good ones are hiding and saying the true words to themselves in the bathroom mirror, the ones that say it to your face are those that don't really get you...
Worst part is, they don't even try.