Can I see you just once more?
Maybe we could sneak out at bight again. Just once more.
We could hold each other and look at the stars. Just once more.
I could kiss an angel. Just once more.
I could love life. Just once more.
I could listen to your beautiful voice. Just once more.
And I could convince myself you love me. Just once more.

I've finally accepted that you're gone and not coming back.
I don't like it, but if it makes you happy, then I'm ok with it.
I still carry around the key you gave me. The one to your heart.
I'm sure you will give him one too, but all that matters is I have one.
Maybe some day I will get to use it again.

You know how you told me you still love me,
After you broke my heart?
I wonder if you still feel that way,
Or if you were just saying that to make me feel better.
I feel like you've moved on and completely forgotten about me.
But if he treats you even a fraction of as good as I did,
Then you'll be the happiest girl in the world.
And if he can love you a small fraction of as much as I do,
You'll have more than enough.
I wish you the best my love.

You know whats pitiful?
I can't talk to anybody about how I really feel.
Not because they won't listen,
But because I don't want to burden them.
I mean who wants to listen to somebody else complain?
That's why I'm on this site.
I can say whatever I want and it doesn't matter.
Because I don't know any of you,
And none of you know me.
I'm so insecure that I make sure nobody knows who I am by using layers upon layers of false identities.
Thank you all for being here for me.

You know, I have been doing pretty good.
Pretending everything is ok and not letting anything bother me.
Thinking of you all day every day, but not actually thinking about you.
Finally realizing that you aren't ever coming back.
But now I sit here, at 1:13 in the morning, missing you.
Not the way I've missed you since I went numb.
Not even the way I missed you when you first left me.
Not missing how happy we were or anything, even though I do.
I just miss you.
I can't really explain it, and I'm not gonna try.
I'm not blowing it off, I'm not gonna cry.
I'm just gonna sit here, reminisce, and miss you.

They tell me I just have a bad case of "1st time heart break"
And that everyone has one.

That's where the're wrong.

What I really have is a really bad case of "you're the only person I will ever love and you took my heart and broke it and left me for dead and I'll die without you but that's ok because you're happy now and that's what matters"
Or something like that.

You call me a baby for crying.
Don't you know that even Jesus wept?

I gave my heart to you like you gave me mono.
Neither of us knew at first.
And now that you left me,
You still have my heat,
And all I'm left with is mono.