I know what ya mean…

I never meant anything to him.

hey look…

there I am fucking everything up again…

“does he watch your favorite movies? does he hold you when you cry? does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when youve seen it a million times? does he sing to all your music while you dance to purple rain? does he do all these things, like I used to?”

I wish he knew…

how much I love him, how much I need him, how much I miss him, how much it hurts when I cant see him….

I wonder if he knows how much I think about him. I wonder if he knows how hard it is to keep myself from blaming him…to keep myself from hating his guts.

“i will be the razor baby, I will be the pill, I am the ambulance that never comes, the antidote you spill, and in the accident i’ll be the failure in your breaks, I am the truth you couldnt take, I am the mistake, worst you ever made.”

goodbye…

I just now threw away the flowers he gave me for valentine’s day. dead and withered.

what we had, wasnt even good enough for you

it wasnt even good enough for you to remember

I miss him

saw a friend today that I dont talk to much anymore….first thing I said was “i miss you”….when I said goodbye I said “i miss you” again….when he said “i miss you too” and I looked into eyes, I seriously was about to cry, so I had to hurry away.