It’s kinda weird to think about
Because sometimes I’m living so far in the past
And it’s almost like you’re mine again

There we are
Back in the gym, where I first met you
And there you are
Looking fine af
And there I am drooling over every single thing you do
Cause your arms and your legs and your shoulders and your chest just have a way of making me weak
Sometimes you talk to me
Sometimes you glance at me
Sometimes you ignore me
But I’m waiting
For you
To see
That I want you so so so badly

Then flash forward a couple months
We go on a golf date
It’s your first golf date
And my first date. Ever.
It’s awkward I try to talk to you and make conversation but your too introverted for me and it’s weird
But you’re just the right amount of introverted too
And I’m sorry
But I’m in love
With you
Sorry
Again

Suddenly we’re there
Late on a Thursday night
Like three in the morning
You pick me up
Because you can drive
And we go to an empty parking lot
Just me and you
And you kiss me
And I remember that kiss for the rest of my life
I remember you for the rest of my life
Because we’re together
And everything’s good
And no one’s hurt
And no one’s sad
And no one’s crying every single night about how much she wishes she could just kiss you again
Or even so much as hold your hand
Or rest her head in the space between your chin and your collarbone

And then suddenly I open my eyes
And ****
Just like magic
You’re gone again

Mom and Dad were at it again, their voices echoing through the house. It was like watching a storm brewing, dark clouds gathering and threatening to unleash a torrent of anger. The kids huddled in their rooms, their hearts pounding with fear.

The fight seemed endless, a vicious cycle of accusations and recriminations. It was as if they were two ships passing in the night, unable to find common ground or see each other's point of view. The air was thick with tension, and the children could feel the strain in their bones.

They longed for the storm to pass, for the peace and harmony that had once filled their home. But as the hours turned into days, it became clear that the conflict was far from over. The wounds were deep, and the scars would take time to heal.

Everything
I
Do
And
Everything
I
Am
Is
Wrong

beautiful boy with the golden eyes
please don’t make me cry
the weight of your words changed my life
these feelings I have
I’ve never felt til tonight
in this moment it’s like suicide
taking my life
the decision’s all mine
I suppose it’s a toxic love
that’s really all I know
but I’m in it til the end
I won't let go