I have been sitting here for a long time now... things are messy at times, while others are so downright painful that I find my tears racing down my cheeks and the worst part is that I'm starting to not feel anything, love, I'm so shallow that you could put all of the universe within me and yet I'd tell you that I don't feel anything at all

So I'm asking you, what have you done to me? And the point? Were we supposed to end up like this, love? You walk past me without so much as a second glance and I'm just standing there, dumbfounded, wondering where the day that you'll look me in the eye is, and tell me that you were sorry and maybe I'd walk away, if I had the time to move on, or maybe I'd just throw my hands around your neck and tell you, yell at you, cry at you, why did it take you so long?

And then, without so much as an answer, I'd crush my lips against yours and we would be alright — I would  be alright