What was it about these past couple days?
All I could do was think about you.
No matter what I was doing,
You were right there in my mind.
Can't you see I'm tired of this?
Don't you realize what this does to me?
Maybe you do realize,
And that's why you never leave my mind alone...

You know what irritates me the most?
The fact that you won't talk to me,
But you won't leave either.
You stay there in front of me,
Always waiting around the next corner,
Always leaving a trail where you know I'll see it.
But anytime I try to talk to you,
You just pretend I don't exist.
Can you just choose one side or the other?
Either talk to me or get out of my way.

it breaks me to pieces to think that i will never be enough for you

i am honestly afraid that i will spiral into nonexistence someday

its so ******* sad that even after all this, you doubt what i said was true

i told you i loved you more than my own life, what more could i say?

i know we fought too often, but honestly, purple is better than blue

*i hated crying over you because i wished you had never hurt me this way

When you hear our song,
Do you think of me?
Do you think of us?
Do you think about all of our memories?

When you see the stars,
Do they remind you of all of those nights?
Do you remember the way I would hold you as we laid there?
Do you miss that old field?

When you hear my name,
Does it make you cringe?
Does it make you want to run?
Or do you not even remember me anymore?

When you are lying in his arms,
Do you ever think of the arms that used to hold you?
Do you ever think of all the things I risked just to be with you?
Do you ever think of how much I went out of my way for you?

Babe, since you left, do you ever think of me?
Because I am always thinking of you.

Why did this happen to me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Where did I go wrong?
Is this what happens when you love too much?
Is this the "benefit" of giving your heart to someone else?


Life isn't fair.

I stay up late at night,
Lying in bed,
Writing poems in my mind while I fall asleep.
I write poems for you.
Poems you'll never see
Because I never remember them by the time I wake up.