to the blue eyed boy who used to consume every piece of my writing, who introduced me to the band that saved my life, who made me feel a little less lonely
save a spot for me on the other side and rest easy, okay?
what hurts the most is looking back to how it used to be when I was happy when you were happy when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt but now everything hurts and I can't stand to talk to you or even think about you
you used to make me want to write happy poems and be happy but now all you make me want to do is rip my skin open and drink and smoke until there's nothing left of me