how do we
reach
nothingness
when the "I" still exists.

Love is tough,
But my love
Is gentle and tender,
If it's still love.

the worst best friend of mine
comes to sleepovers
but never wants to leave them
she's obsessed over the past
talking about memories
but mostly she's quiet
she's just there with me
it doesn't sound so bad
but when she leaves
i feel relief, like i can breathe again
after a long time i gave up
asking her to leave
cause...


sadness   comes   and    goes   as   she    pleases

I've been the best friend,
the girlfriend,
the villain,
and the victim.
now I don't know who to become.

I look in the mirror
And I don’t recognize
The pitiful little girl
Gazing back.

There is so much sadness
In her eyes
In these moments
When it’s just me and her
No one else there
No one I have to be happy for.