i can't look at anyone with purple hair without seeing you even though you dyed it silver just before you.... before we.... yeah it *****, but i'd rather see you in people that aren't you than not see the you that you aren't when i look at your face
that makes no sense
i keep confusing the you that you showed me with the you that i made up and i still don't know which one loved me
but i know it is 'loved' past tense
i'm pretty sure it was past tense even before you sent me that text oh god, that text
i didn't know a heart could shatter so slowly and yet completely all at once; like an ice cube that cracks as soon as it hits the water but takes hours to fully melt
i hear you in all the songs we used to listen to together and these days, that's most songs i play even though i finally mustered up the will to delete the playlist i made for you
it was just a part of the melting
so i guess i'm writing love poems and breakup poems at the same time. god, if i had a therapist this would be a fun conversation xD
i miss the **** out of u, blue eyes. but also idk if i can see u rn cuz i wouldn't be able to not kiss ur face. or i would. and idk what is worse atm.