i don't want you to worry about me getting sunburned,
about me getting home safely in this beat-up truck.
that isn't what i meant when i told you to never completely forget about us.
all i wanted was to have a place in your heart, so that when you saw
kids chasing birds or an old lady walking her dog,
you would be reminded of what we were for a split second before
moving on.
i realize that that was selfish of me, and i should have known,
should have ******* known that you would take it to the extreme-
everything about you and about us was just short of insanity.
but you have to understand. please, understand that i only asked to
never lose my place in your story because you will always have a place
in mine.
yesterday i told you to forget about me
and you told me “that’s hard to do when i leave burns on everything i touch after thinking of you.”
i wish i could let you go, but i refuse to.
and i guess that proves that you were the best thing to ever happen to me,
and that i was the worst thing to ever happen
to you.