when your vision blurs and you don't remember who you used to be-

then who do you call?

who do you trust?

who's to say what's lucky anyway

no one can suffer and come out the same

have i mentioned i love you

i never text first anymore

“sorry” means you regret it
and you won’t do it again.
you may regret it,
i don’t know.

but you always do it again.

i’ll always be here

i hate
the reasons i'm alive

You told me how you've
never believed in love before me,
like you could've taken
a line from a film.

And if it came from
anyone else, I probably
would've thought you did.

You and me, we aren't
made out of illusion.
We don't wander upon
luck with happenstance.

I just knew it was true
when I saw your eyes
change color.