it was a special kind of love.
the kind where they know the ends of your sentences,
they know they way your lungs expand,
they know the way you sleep,
the way your lips curl.
but it was tainted,
in old loves and broken promises.
it was a special kind of love,
that will sadly never be.
no matter how much i wish.

I'm liar

I'd be lying if I said I don't miss you

so much

I hate the way
we're so separated

breaks my tiny heart

you're still so beautiful

your smile is worth gold

don't do what you're told

I'm wondering

if you miss me too

I think you do

maybe that hurts me a little more than it should

Did I hurt you?
Did I help you?
Did I push too hard?
Did I ask too much
of you?
Or was it just
what you needed?
Was it defeat?