my love for you grows stronger the more we are farther apart

my favorite colour was yellow for three years because it was his (he seemed like happiness)

the idea of you wasn’t as beautiful as the actualization

I swear I used to be so independent (just because he fills my thoughts doesn’t invalidate that)

the number one thing I imagine is your arms

I know I don’t need him; he compliments me so well

I write about him so much because he fills me with the most emotion

I write about him so much it fills me with the most emotion

you got upset your zodiac is a sheep; your mind’s wool keeps me safe like a blanket

I want to stop writing about him, but my fingers keep typing the name

will this pass like every second that goes by

I am my own soul mate

you don’t have to leave (even after everyone tells you to)

parts of me remind me of you

can I be close to you

is it plausible I don’t want your penitence

my mind is in the clouds and the stars are in my eyes

I’m not going to buy a new house when one lightbulb stops working

I can’t fix you (I shouldn’t have to)

this is called bittersweet

where do we go from here