Truth be told, I'm a pathetic lover.
I'm in love but afraid to show it.
I'm afraid that,
much like my father before me,
My love's recoil will knock me on my ***.
I lied.
I've told everyone
Who's cared to ask
That I'm the reason
my arms will be empty
and
searching for you.
I'm the reason
Your hair
will no longer
be lost in mine.
I'm the reason
Listening to the music
That we shared together
Will be so lonesome.
I love you.
I'm probably,
like
absolutely ******* colliding my dreams into the ground
But I don't give a ****.
I wrote all this alone
February 18th 2016
Hurtin'
I love you.
I'm saving up
so I can throw a hundred dollar bill
into the wishing well.
I'm staying at my moms tonight
to avoid our empty bed
for one more night
I imagine.
I imagine.
I imagine.
All we need is a bowl pack and a stiff drink.
And I can tickle your back until it doesn't hurt to think.
I miss you.
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I'm sorry.

I miss you.

I'm sorry.


I miss you.


I'm sorry.




I miss you



I'm sorry.