2012: it took me two years to throw your shirt away and forget your phone number. you should know this much. i look at my life now-crooked sentences, shaking hands,-you are not apart of it. i bleed honestly or i don't bleed at all. this is good. this is good.

2013 (march): all i know is the word stay. stay. stay. stay. kind of like a heartbeat. kind of like a story you forget after telling it too many times.

2013 (september): i hope you're okay. i hope you forgot how to spell my name while writing suicide notes. i am still sorry.

2014 (february): i dont remember how to love you. maybe we are okay.