and maybe the worst part of loving you was that you got to leave without a scar while i'm left picking out shards of shattered glass that are in as deep as the ******* hole you left me in
or maybe the worst part of loving you was that i still do.
i'd rather you tell me those sickly sweet three words as an april fools joke than never hear them at all and i think that makes me pathetic and weak but god, i've never loved anyone as much as i love you
i hope you find me on the tongue of every girl you kiss, at the bottom of your cup of tea, in the sand that lines the backseat of your car, in the moments after 11pm, in everything that belonged to you and me.