i wanna throw a temper tantrum and yell at you and make you see that im in pain because i havent seen you since the day you said, "i cant be in a relationship right now".
im so ******* angry that i love you more than anything and still look at you like you put the stars in the sky.

IM SO ******* ANGRY THAT YOU DONT WANT ME ANYMORE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS AFTER SIXTEEN MONTHS OF I LOVE YOUs AND KISSES AND WRESTLING ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR AND MOVIE DATES AND **** OFFS BEFORE SCHOOL IN THE CHURCH PARKING LOT

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

i remember when you were excited about the poems i wrote for you like one of our anniversaries i made you a mix cd with songs that reminded me of you ( you kept it in your car for a whole year and played it on our anniversary date ). i also wrote you more poems than i can count on two hands and shoved them into an envelope adressed to you and you read them all, you loves them and you kept them on your bookshelf beside you bed.

have you looked at them at all since then ? have you listened to it since then ?

sometimes i wish i liked alcohol so i could go numb and drunk text you at 3 AM that i still love you

without you
i don't sing in the shower
or stay up to late hours,
i merely sleep it all off
but i sleep without dreaming
and love without meaning
my family knows it too well
my words are hollow
and my thoughts will follow
you took the meaning out of my life
i walk along paths
and ache for the feel of your hand on my back
ive missed you forever, it seems, in this cold-blooded world
i toss coins without wishes
and all intentions seem vicious

you knew me the best
and you left me a mess

oh, why won't the sunshine
come out

the smell of old alcohol lingers on my sheets, less potent that of your cologne but it still brings back memories of 2. your face is all i can see in this swirling whirling darkness. 3. i swear i can still feel your hands wrapped around my waist holding me together but they are not there. the only thing you have a grip on now is my 4. heart, beating louder than a runaway train because of cloudy memories of your 5. taste overcoming me. you were so sweet, all that was left in your absence was the melancholy taste of loneliness
i never knew love could be so ironic

i hope my shadow follows you through the rooms of your house
i hope my perfume lingers in your bedsheets and my naked body lingers in your mind
i hope that when you look at your backyard, that all you can see is the red hammock that we broke
and we laughed and laughed
i hope you sit in your living room and remember when i counted the fourteen fake candles. i hope you count them and find fourteen and remember when we kissed on the floor
i hope that blonde hairs litter your possessions. i hope that you find them on your clothes, in your car, in your room, for months after i've left
i don't want to be so easy to get rid of.
i hope my voice has stained all your family photos so that all you can see when you look at them is how cute i thought you were
i hope that the sight of your empty passenger seat physically pains you and i hope that every day you feel as if something important is missing
and i hope that that something important is me  
i hope your lips burn bitter with my aftertaste and your hands grow lonely just like your friday nights without me

i want you to miss me
even if you won't