When I say I love you I mean I want you to hold a gun to my head.
When I say I miss you I mean I miss the old me I was when I was with you.
Silly.
Like pulling petals from a daisy.
Sometimes I don’t trust the way I feel.
When I say I hate you I mean I want to touch you, but my fingertips are numb.
When I say I’m doing good, I’m hoping that I don’t drive off this hill.
I wish I could be like everyone, but I’m not like anyone.