there are crumbs scattered through the forest are you calling out to me? if i taste you, will you still be sweet? buttercup fields begging to tell me if you love me or love me not but i'm tongue tied and choking on the apology too afraid to pluck your petals in the search for truth i'm sorry that i'm disappointing
08/02/2022
back in the day, pete wentz of fall out boy would write poetry on secret and not so secret journals across the internet he was always my biggest inspiration one day i found some of the old things he had to say the inspiration for this one came from him:
but i keep the warmest memories close to my heart even when im at payphones and want to cut my insides out,, dry them up and mail them to her. "im sorry" doesnt matter anymore. the words have no meaning. im sorry i cut the strings and ran away. now when i come to look for her i dont know where to begin.