You know its good when you're left at the end and you notice you were holding your breathe
when your heart is beating fast enough to make respiration difficult
you come here to try to express how you're feeling and you wish that you could feel this way about a person but the only people that make you feel remotely close are the ones you wished you never spoke to in the first place
one can admire until their heart gives out but to take chances and try to befriend them has proved to dangerous because you know how it ends
you know you'll forget all of this when you do it again and you've dug your grave four times deep, eventually coming in contact with the hot center of the earth, the heat reminding you you will only ever feel the cold of your loneliness no matter how much you burn your nerves