My purple tinted room is unsettling tonight;
The way everything has multiple shadows.
The way the only thing I hear is my heartbeat and a tattoo machine.
My urge to get a tattoo.
My longing to keep a promise to the boy I have barely spoken to in days.
I still think about him with undying passion.
The dull pain; lain thick and deep over and through my pelvis.
The heat;
Please make it go away.

-Oh shut up.
-You shut up.
Examples of a loving conversation.

Listening to creed reminds me of; Winter.
Nathan. Yellow coats. Snow ball fights. And, Love.

3 Doors Down. Here without you.
Summer. Dandelions. Blue sky. Saying yes. Being so. So happy.

let go.
We don't need no water let the mother-****** burn.
Burn mother-******, burn.

I'm so tired of pain.
I'm numb.
Nothing hurts.
It's like living inside a glass box.
See.
Hear.
Don't respond.

The truth is I miss you.
The truth is I love you.
The truth is I never meant to hurt you.
The truth is you aren't mine.
The truth is I hate you.
The truth is I need you. The truth is you never had me.
The truth is you never lost me.
The truth is we lied.
The truth is you are pain.
The truth is;
I can't handle the truth.