As a child, i always had nightmares about someone removing my heart and replacing it with a broken shadow box. if the sun were to explode we wouldn’t even know about it for 8 minutes and nothing gives me a heavier heart than knowing I wouldn’t be able to get to you before the world goes black to tell you i love you. I’m sorry. No matter how many times I say it, I’m still sorry. That this low ceiling of this small room is our sky and that i am not your umbrella, but your rain. Some nights when I can’t sleep, I pretend you’re lying down next to me, then suddenly the world doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

The worst part was i knew this was going to hurt from the moment I told you there were other fish in the sea and you told me that she was your sea. But then i loved you more, and I decided I was going to give you my heart. It’s 3 am and this alcohol is starting to taste like the broken promises you keep telling me.

You know it’s always been you right? 3 years ago I looked at you and I had this strange feeling you were going to mess up my life. I want to talk about love with you like it isn’t a promise to the both of us. I still have dreams that maybe you and I didn’t grow up and maybe we didn’t change. But i could destroy you in the most beautiful way possible that then you will understand why storms are named after people.