well, im back

not on good terms, really.
this has been a week from hell- start to finish
i want to think this is temporary, you and i.
we talked about forever like it rolled off our tongue like spit
we planned next year -
we had all of it planned.

of course, that didn't last. this is, temporary right?
countless hours spent on your couch at night
searching for places to be free
and run away to
i wouldn't just say that to just anyone, michael

you are going to be the first one i have really
cried over and cried into my moms arms for
everything feels like pins and needles

every time we fought i felt daggers shoot through my heart and begged for the pain to eventually numb out
what the **** did it matter? this is what love is right?

love is when you stick through everything through thick and thin.

love is giving every last bite of your food you have left, even if it was the first thing you ate all day after a long shift.

love is rolling through the punches when you see a light at the end - but what is love when you run away when help is available?

i hope and pray this is a nightmare and I wake up soon,

because another minute without you hurts as much as the first minute.