And I hope you find happiness.

I should've kissed you longer.
Then maybe you would've stayed.
Every time I'm next to you, my heart breaks all over again.

I should've kissed you longer.
But I didn't know it was our last.
Every time I see you talking about her, I physically feel the hurt on the inside.

I should've kissed you longer.
And maybe you'd still be mine.
Every time I think of you, I can't help but miss you more and more.

Come back to me.
I love you.

I smoke every night just to forget the way you held my hand.
But instead of memories fading,
late at night as I fly high,
I remember the way you touched me
and the way you kissed my shoulder oh so innocently.
And I remember the way you spoke about never leaving my side.
But you did.  
And I couldn't even stop you.
No rhyme nor a reason.
No warning nor a word.
You were gone the next day.
Now she's the one making you smile and mending your wounds.
And my god does it ******* hurt to know that she does everything that I couldn't do.
It tears me apart knowing that she touches your skin and kisses your lips.
My heart ******* shatters when I think of you holding her hand the way you held mine,
or kissing her shoulder the way you kissed mine,
or stealing her clothes the way you took mine,
or even just looking at her the way you looked at me.
I ******* hate you for leaving me like I was trash,
and I ******* hate you for taking my heart along.
I ******* hate you for letting me love you and never loving me back,
and I ******* hate you for saying that you never felt anything for me.
I ******* hate you, but I love you so much more.
I think that's the worst part..

You are* a meteor.
You are a destroyer.
You are a tornado.

You* ruin every item in your pathway.
You tear apart everyone in your life.
You purposely hurt anyone around you.

You are no longer the most beautiful galaxy in the universe.
You have ****** me over for the last time.
You are always a storm.

I am so tired of you always running me over.
I am done with letting you make me feel like ****.
I am leaving your life for good this time.

My lungs were corrupted by the lies that hang around you.
My heart was torn by the hands that touched them (yours).
I smoke to fill my lungs with something other than the remnants of your lies.
And my heart is locked away so others cannot touch it.
You have destroyed my insides without my consent, so now I will continue the destruction but this time it will be by my own terms.

I thought you made flowers grow in my lungs, but I finally realized that they are weeds.
So I smoke my cigarettes in hopes to **** all of those broken promises you put inside of me.

It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of the way you hold your cigarette.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of the way the street lights shine on your back as you longboard down the street.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of the way you speak about the bands you love.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about the fact that you love your cigarettes more than you fancied me.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about the way you left that day.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking of how you said you weren't ready for commitment and I couldn't help but stare at the tattoos across your skin.
It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about the way you spoke of her as though she were the perfect piece. It's 1:00am and I can't stop thinking about how I was the only person in your life that you didn't see as a form of art.
Maybe I wasn't broken enough for you.
It's 1:00am and my wrists are bleeding and I wonder, if you saw me now, would you think I'm broken enough for you to love me?