i'm sorry but i can't be here anymore, at least for you.
it was an experience worth living for, at least for me.
i could've loved you more, i'm sure.
i opened my heart, for you.
you closed the door, at me.
one last time i wanna be known again by you, but don't let me be.
from a lover to a goner, at least i'm a besfriend again.
i couldn't bear it, i needed someone to **** that man.
that mindless, spineless, dying group of organs.
i dissapeared cause i hated that jacket, i didn't stop aching to see you in it and i couldn't hack it.
so i dissapeared..
i wonder, in our conversation's slumber, do you miss me?
do you still look for my stories? do you open your phone and look at pictures i sent?
"it's okay" it's what i said but not what i meant.
i did what seemed impossible for alot just to get a sense of your scent.
but you didn't love me at the time, though you were more precious than any dime.
"i miss you" is what i'll always say, but i don't think you'll bother reading.
cause these are the slits of my heart just bleeding.
8 feb 2019,  09:56