maybe we're from the same star
please keep me sane (i am better when you're around)
I am not afraid of you ( but let our hands accidentally touch)
for a split second I thought I saw you in the reflection
I don't feel very great right now
I hold your letters with such delicacy in the fear that one wrong move will destroy them forever.
I almost called you at 3am to see if you were okay. almost
I almost apologized (almost)
What hurts the most is when we stopped talking
I would walk home holding my breath
hoping that you were on the front step waiting for me to apologize.
You never were
and I hate you for that.