I leave everything I write labelled "Untitled"
because how could you give the thing thats crushing you
one single name When you can't figure out what's actually hurting you.

My body aches My mind hurts
Im bleeding myself empty For somebody who
wouldn't try to stop the bleeding.

I think maybe if I keep writing about you my feelings will go away.
Wrong.
I think maybe if I pretend it never happened it wouldn't hurt so much.
Wrong.

But if we're being honest, I knew this would happen all along.

I NEVER WRITE ABOUT YOU BECAUSE I CANT BREATH I CANT SLEEP I CANT DECIDE IF I LOVE YOU OR I HATE YOU OR MAYBE I HATE MYSELF BECAUSE I KEEP LETTING YOU BACK IN MY MIND OH GOD IM A MESS AND MAYBE YOU LIKED IT THAT WAY OR MAYBE YOU JUST LIKE TO WATCH ME BREAK BUT EITHER WAY I WISH YOU WOULD STOP TALKING TO ME AND I WISH I WOULD STOP TRYING TO FIND YOU IN LITTLE THINGS AND I WISH YOU KNEW HOW YOU FEEL AND I WISH YOU DIDNT GRAB ME WHILE YOU WERE HOLDING HER HAND BECAUSE I THINK YOU WERE ALSO HOLDING MY HEART .