Don't tell me that I'm not ******* up because I totally am and I love you but I don't think I can give you the things they you need, maybe what you need us more driven, less tired, less sad, less indecisive. Not such a ******* mess. I'm so ******* sorry.

maybe it's crazy how
two people can come together
and leave
and then come together again
just by coincidence

i won't forget when i kissed your cheek and you smiled
sometimes, you get weird and i ignore it
other times, you get weird and i cry about it
rare times, you get weird and i yell about it
but you do the same
you hug me like you could never let go
you give good hugs; the kind that breathe comfort and affection
maybe we're not supposed to be something, but
we laugh and scream and cry and talk about it
because that's just who we are

sometimes, i think of the things we dream of in the night time
and hope for them to become realities in the day time.

I think you're the best thing.

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

Remember the day you were happy because the scars faded.

lips intertwined, i really like you

I promise that I could never be
exactly the way you want
but I swear to God, I'll try
because you're the light
and love of my life