3:30- Laying on my bed stoned as fuck thinking about your hands (i can't breathe properly) Delivered
3:40- One day you'll stop answering the phone when I call and I'll never hear you call me baby love again (i hurt in places i can't touch) Delivered
3:50- I say I love you even when you're not listening and I've learned to be okay with that (can't stop shaking) Delivered
4:00- I want out of this place I want to be where you are (save me) Delivered
4:10- And if you ever start to hate me, which you should, remember that I hate me more but never as much as I love you (I will always love you) Delivered
4:20- I apologize in advance if one day I'm drowning in vodka and spilling my tears into your voicemail (please pick up) Delivered
4:30- Suffocation in the form of thinking about someone else touching you (i can't fucking do this) Delivered
4:40- I like to think that you can't live without me too, I'm always here when you decide to come back (stay) Delivered
4:50- I'm talking out loud like you're still here but this sadness is weighing down my chest (and you're not here) Delivered
5:00- Find me drunk at 2 am counting the stars and naming them after you (you always leave me breathless) Delivered
5:10- I can't love you quietly im sorry you should never love a poet who vomits up there emotions and holds up the mess for reading (numb) Delivered
5:20- I'm missing you in every moment like you are air and I am drowning (do you miss me too?) Delivered
5:30- Who will walk me through losing you if you're who I would go to? (I have no one now) Delivered
5:40- My hands are pens, I want to write novels on every inch of your skin and I want to write my secrets on your lips (I hope you don't ignore my texts) Delivered
5:45- I've seen you 2 am crossfaded, 3 am panic attacks, 5 am endless tears, 6 am no coffee, and you have always been beautiful to me (always will be) Delivered
5:50- Loving you is loving the way the world turns and loving you is loving sunsets and loving you is easier every day (I fucking can't stop loving you) Delivered
5:55- Sometimes loneliness ices my blood so my heart is left stuttering in my chest (not much longer now) Delivered
6:00- The thing about aching is once it claws into you, for some reason, you want it to hold on and now I spend all of my time at home shaking at the seams and carving my name into the floorboards waiting for someone to god damn notice me. It used to be you. I miss you. Not Delivered