It started out with a kiss-
and I don't even know how we ended up,
or if we ended at all.

You were my ******* future, we had everything planned out-
a ring, a house, what our baby's name would have been.
But you let go. You quit talking to me, and stood me up-
had me crying for hours. hours on end I spent for you, making sure you hadn't overdosed,
I stayed awake at night, worrying my *** off,
and for what?

False ******* hope is what I got, at best.

But somehow, I still find myself thinking about you, dreaming about you,
waking up in tears. Wondering if and when you'll come around.
Part of me wants you here. Cause my bed feels half empty, not half full.

And all the nights we spent under the stars, for nothing.

And that night I snuck out, to stay with you,
in your bed, wrapped in your arms.
That same night, embraced in pleasure,
feeling so serene, so complete, wanting nothing more than that very moment.
And waking up to you...
waking up to you was purely what I knew I wanted for the very rest of our lives.
If your heart stops beating, god rest my soul. Dig this grave for two, can't live without you... It's hard enough to face the world alone.

"We have each other. You don't have me, nor do I have you.. There is no me and you, there is only us."
That's what you said.

and I believed you.


-Have you ever had a one night stand?
"Yeah, why-"
-But have you ever been a one night stand?