Maybe I don't wanna die

But I certainly don't want to be alive either.

My body was "beautiful" while you were inside of me

But when it just was
You'd ask when would I lose the weight

My **** were just fine when they were in your mouth

When they weren't you'd ask when I would get a **** job to "even them out".

You'd tell me I was perfect
But " I'd be a real knock out" if I just worked on myself.

I still somehow told myself you loved me.

I had another dream of you
The bane of my existence

We had become friends again
And even in my dream state I knew what that meant

It meant I would love you again
In such a way that I would break every ounce of my own heart to do

I was so little when we met
And so naive
I believed we would be like a romance movie

Now I know better
And still my subconscious betrays me.

I like to believe in a astrology
And no not the daily horoscopes
But our signs and their effects

You were a cancer,
And in a way a cancer on my soul

Your emotions always drowned all of mine

You could never quite make up your mind about us

One day you wanted me to be your wife

And another day a stranger

In the end one of those happened

You're just a memory
Imprinted on my soul

Good for me or not.

hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?