It's you.
It's always been you,
Even when I put myself in strangers arms.
When I got too drunk and said I needed you,
I meant it.
It was you,
Even when I kissed the boy with crooked teeth and a drug problem.
The time I ate mushrooms and told you how sorry I was,
My god I meant it.
It has always been you,
Even when I held hand with that one kid just because I forgot what it felt like.
When I screamed about how I never should have let you slip through my fingers on my best friends kitchen floor at 3 A.M,
I ******* meant it.
It was still you,
Even when I let you best friend wrap his hands around my neck and plant his insincerity in my brain just so I could feel something,
ANYTHING, after so much numbness.
Believe me when I say it was you when I was hooked on ******* because it embraced me in warmth like you did, when I smoked 11 cigarettes a day to cough away thoughts of you, when I did painkillers at a party to feel that deep feeling of utter nothingness but no one told me it wasn't for the emotional kind of pain.
It was you.
You.
It was you when I hit your head off the wall and said 'I love you'. I meant it. I have always meant it. I still do. It was you. And it still is. And it will always be you.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
It's you.
It's always been you,
Even when I put myself in strangers arms.
When I got too drunk and said I needed you,
I meant it.
It was you,
Even when I kissed the boy with crooked teeth and a drug problem.
The time I ate mushrooms and told you how sorry I was,
My god I meant it.
It has always been you,
Even when I held hand with that one kid just because I forgot what it felt like.
When I screamed about how I never should have let you slip through my fingers on my best friends kitchen floor at 3 A.M,
I ******* meant it.
It was still you,
Even when I let you best friend wrap his hands around my neck and plant his insincerity in my brain just so I could feel something,
ANYTHING, after so much numbness.
Believe me when I say it was you when I was hooked on ******* because it embraced me in warmth like you did, when I smoked 11 cigarettes a day to cough away thoughts of you, when I did painkillers at a party to feel that deep feeling of utter nothingness but no one told me it wasn't for the emotional kind of pain.
It was you.
You.
It was you when I hit your head off the wall and said 'I love you'. I meant it. I have always meant it. I still do. It was you. And it still is. And it will always be you.
how long will this sting
