You asked me before we broke up what my favorite memory of us was, and I didn’t know which memory to pick. We’ve shared so many moments together that it’s difficult to pick just one sliver out of a hundred spectacular moments with you.

If I had to choose, it’d be whenever we would lay awake at night and just talk. Our legs intertwined. My head resting on your chest as you pulled me closer and closer in, so close that I could hear the symphony going on inside of you.

I know near the end of our relationship there was a patch where I wanted to sleep, and I really regret getting upset over that. When I have moments of loneliness, I think about those times the most.

Laughing, cuddling, hypotheticals, passionate ***... all of it. How your arms around me made me feel safe; like all my anxiety was pushed outside of that room. Sleeping next to you, I knew I’d be taken care of, whether that be from tornados or my own self-doubts.

I fear some nights because I know I’ll be alone in that big bed, and I know I won’t have you to text.

I won’t have you at all.

i come home
around 10pm
after musical
rehearsal.

i come home to
a silent and empty
house.

its like im
being rejected
from my own
home.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m late to this thread
I was getting some head

My body was an empty canvas
waiting for the touch of a gentle hand
To slowly fill up the spaces
To soothe my body’s desire for the crimson colors
That seeped from your paintbrush

As your hand touched my skin
And I gave into the gentle caress of your brush
You slowly filled my canvas with your lies
I became tainted with the ugliness that your words held

As I believed I was your masterpiece
But became a ruined canvas
From the lies that you told
From the holes you tore in my body and soul
My canvas was tainted
With your spilled ink

She took a romantic,
A real lovers dream,
And made him a cynic.
Made the soft spoken scream.

And now all is visible ,
Yes everythings clear.
We know why she's miserable,
And sitting in fear.

She broke him, she crushed him.
She made him like her.
She ripped out his diamond, and replaced it with coal.

She was a cynic.
Who woke up in screams.
He made her romantic.
and taught her to dream.

So now they're divisible,
And walking from here.
He's healing and careful,
And changing his gear.

He broke her, he crushed her,
He made her like him.
She's softer & kinder but a new broken within.

I didn't tell you
I like you
but it's too late

I didn't tell you
I miss you
but it's too late

I didn't tell you
I love you
but it's too late

Its
too
late...

I
was
too
slow...