distractions. they're what get us by. and yet, as i sit here, playing minecraft, sipping a homemade latte, writing poetry, listening to music- none of it works. all i can think of is you. how you made me a million whispered pinky promises, then washed them all away. how you made me feel safe, and then began to hurt me. how i let myself fall in love with you, and now, though you're with her, i can't stop. i've been trying to forget. but you're still here, i still see you every day. not just because we live together, but because you were - are - my everything.