God,
I don't even know if I can
Say I love you anymore.
I think if I do,
It will come out
As an unsure question.
I used to say it all the time.
All the ******* time.

Who knew that for us
"forever and ever"
Was only a year and a half.

You know you're still in love
When you have your jacket
And the last person that wore it was them
So you smell it,
With every breath you take
You cry
For some odd reason,
And you don't want to ever
wear it again,
Never zip it up again.
Because the last person that did it
Was them.
And it feels like you still have
A tiny part of them with you.

We all want to be loved
By ones we couldn't care for
We all want to be hated
By the ones we don't bother with
We all want to be wanted
By our first true love
But we are loved by the wronged
And hated by our true love,
And the ones we don't bother with
Don't bother with us either.

Quiet house
A cry from the other room
It gets louder and louder
           I stay quiet
Listening to the criers grief
And my mother rushes in and
          Looks at me
The sound dies out slowly
I can't believe it...
           The crier was me.

God, I'm
******* sorry, okay?
I didnt know
You'd hate me talking
About my almost nonexistent
Love life since you're gone.
Maybe somewhere
In my warped little brain
I thought you'd be relieved
I wasn't ******* around
Like you had worried.
I guess I can't do anything right.

In all honesty,
I think he is a
Sad, sad man.