.     what was the first line you let him
                              cross?
                  what was the last?
         when exactly did you decide  
            to lose yourself to him?
     when did you start to lose respect  
                       for yourself?
         when did it finally come back?
                            has it?
           why do you still miss him
        when you have someone new,    
                     someone kind    

       why was he the first person you    
                       wanted to call
            when your grandmother
           was sent  to the hospital?
         why is every ******* thing
                          you write
                centered around him?
             when did you become so    
             disgustingly emotional?
                        shake it off
                          grow up.

Why is it
That the biggest hearts
Are emptied the fastest?

And the brightest souls
Are blackened
The quickest?

hello , you.
do you remember the first time we had ***? because i cant, but i can remember the last time, it was at that golf course by your house the night i popped a tire and you had to come save me.
you were always saving me.
its been exactly a year since we started to date , and about 5 months since you left. crazy right? look how far we've fallen. does it ever make you sad?
i still have yet to meet somebody who makes my heart feel the way you did , not for a lack of trying.
i see that youve moved on, i have also. i hope that she knows that you hate being told what to do, and that you like your tea with two splendas and no lemons, because you hate the seeds. and that the best way to get you to laugh is to bite your earlobe.
we aren't what we used to be , in fact we don't even speak, but i catch myself thinking about you every now and again. i hope that when you hear my name you remember all the good instead of all of the bad

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

You are not perfect.

You are going to fall in love with that boy, and you are going to let him destroy you in every sense of the word.

He is going to know everything about you. He is going to know what to say to make you smile, and how you take your coffee.
He is going to know when to hold you and when to leave you alone. He is going to know about that weird scar on your left knee from three summers ago when you tried to learn how to skateboard.

All of this is great until he tells you he just doesn't feel the same and your crying more than you ever knew possible but somehow you end up comforting him, because he's hurt too, after all,
Its not his fault that he stopped loving you.

Flash forward a couple months, he's telling you pretty things and your going to fall for it like you do every time, because you love him. Your going to let yourself fall back into your old ways, your going to apologize for not being good enough, as if he is some otherworldly being , but he is just a boy.He is going to tell you he ****** that girl and i promise you will never feel more broken.You are going to come back too many times to count, you are going to let him hold you and touch you and kiss you, and its always going to end with you on your floor crying to your friends, swearing to god that this is the last time.

For months the thought of someone else touching you makes you sick , after all you've only been with him, but when you finally let somebody else hold you, and i promise, that time will come, you are going to realize that he is not the only boy in the world. You are going to move on.

What nobody tells you about moving on is that sometimes you will be kissing your new lover and for a second he is going to cross your mind.