I'm sorry for inviting myself I just wanted to spend more time with you
And if I'm in your way I'll stand in the corner and wait for you

Now I'm sorry to be a bother but do you think I can have some water
To wash away my insecurities but I know you'll give them back to me

I don't know what you want from me but I just want your company
Find what you're looking for and take it all from me

Walk in my shoes for a day I have nothing more to take
Come on just give me a break if not for me for goodness sake

While you're pushing me away remember what I say
You might think you'd be happy but I know that you'll be sorry

So take your time but don't be long give me a feeling that I belong
I know everything about this is wrong but I'm just not very strong

Endings don’t have to be bad. They don’t have to be chaotic either. It can be gradual and silent, seeping into things until you don’t realize it’s happened.

It can be the hesitant stutter of words begging to be let out. Or the way one ponders where the beginning of the end has started.

Really, endings aren’t that bad.

Sometimes endings can be just as sweet as beginning.

I’m so scared.

A year from now, we’ll all be getting our results

and then we’ll be off our separate ways.

Living separate lives

theirs.

Stupid, stupid promises of staying together,

staying in touch.

They have no idea

no clue

that sometimes they’re the only ones keeping me from

Falling Apart.

And I try to quit while I’m ahead.

I try to end it all before they leave.

But I’m Weak.



They won’t mean to do it.

But then after, meeting up would turn into

Skype calls

would turn into

calls

would turn into

text messages

would turn into final goodbyes

would turn into memories.

Memories, that’s all we’ll have.



and I’m scared.