You know what *****? YOU. You had to go out into the world and leave me hanging off the edge of it. You always made me happy with the way we'd sing, the way we'd tease each other, the way you'd grumble. You'd always make me frustrated with your repetitive asking of questions, your trust issues, and your sadness. You always mesmerized me by the way we'd lay next to each other. My head on your chest, hands intertwined. Now they're just a big mess and your eyes tell me lies and your smile has evil and your voice is cold and your songs show how much you don't care and your words sound useless. So don't go blaming every wrong I did when you had so many. So many that slithered passed me. So many that wrapped around my neck causing me to break free of the bonds that once held the story of we. Now this chapter has been closed but I'd like to write a sequel in which we see each other once again yet older and much mature. Instead of sloppy hickeys around my *******, why not sweet kisses on my neck. Instead of feeling me, why don't you FEEL me. I want to delete the part where I said I didn't love you and replace it with more stronger phrases like how much you meant the world to me because you lit it up like a fused bomb and molded me into someone I never thought I could be. Now I have to pretend you were nothing. But the pictures have evidence and the videos have tears wrapped around every time I click 'play' and you make me fall in love by just being the you I always wanted. But I have to remember my needs over wants. So take all you have against me and go away because the rain is leaving also and the smiles of the sun are here to tell me it'll all get better by tomorrow.