my love for you grows stronger the more we are farther apart
my favorite colour was yellow for three years because it was his (he seemed like happiness)
the idea of you wasn’t as beautiful as the actualization
I swear I used to be so independent (just because he fills my thoughts doesn’t invalidate that)
the number one thing I imagine is your arms
I know I don’t need him; he compliments me so well
I write about him so much because he fills me with the most emotion
I write about him so much it fills me with the most emotion
you got upset your zodiac is a sheep; your mind’s wool keeps me safe like a blanket
I want to stop writing about him, but my fingers keep typing the name
will this pass like every second that goes by
I am my own soul mate
you don’t have to leave (even after everyone tells you to)
parts of me remind me of you
can I be close to you
is it plausible I don’t want your penitence
my mind is in the clouds and the stars are in my eyes
I’m not going to buy a new house when one lightbulb stops working
I can’t fix you (I shouldn’t have to)
this is called bittersweet
where do we go from here
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
my love for you grows stronger the more we are farther apart
my favorite colour was yellow for three years because it was his (he seemed like happiness)
the idea of you wasn’t as beautiful as the actualization
I swear I used to be so independent (just because he fills my thoughts doesn’t invalidate that)
the number one thing I imagine is your arms
I know I don’t need him; he compliments me so well
I write about him so much because he fills me with the most emotion
I write about him so much it fills me with the most emotion
you got upset your zodiac is a sheep; your mind’s wool keeps me safe like a blanket
I want to stop writing about him, but my fingers keep typing the name
will this pass like every second that goes by
I am my own soul mate
you don’t have to leave (even after everyone tells you to)
parts of me remind me of you
can I be close to you
is it plausible I don’t want your penitence
my mind is in the clouds and the stars are in my eyes
I’m not going to buy a new house when one lightbulb stops working
I can’t fix you (I shouldn’t have to)
this is called bittersweet
where do we go from here