you get me, and there are very few people that really do. i love it and i love you even more. you mean the world to me, and i really don't think i could ever explain it. I am intrigued by you and how you make me feel. it's rare that you meet someone so beautiful and genuine at the same time. basically, i'm lucky that i can even say that we are friends and that you chose to be a part of my life as long as you have.thank you for caring. and thank you for being you.

i forgot how i'm supposed to feel, and my friends advice has been falling on deaf ears. maybe i should give it all up and finally move somewhere new. i want to be alone, but thats when i think about you the most. you probably don't care, and i probably shouldn't. i just hate to think that our pictures may be all that's left of us. i still think you're beautiful like a skyline at midnight. i hope your friends know how lucky they are to have you in their lives. this is what regret feels like, and i hate it.

it's all the same thing day after day now. nothing changes no matter how hard i want it to. some days i just want to say fuck it and blow my cover. that way you can see everything thats going on behind the curtain. no more smoke. no more mirrors. just me and every little insecurity i have on display. it's funny how cutting ties and cutting throats probably feel the same when it's all said and done. both just leave you feeling alone.

im tired of being alone.

i miss the way your hand fit so perfectly in mine.

it's all the same.
new year.
new fear.
new love.
new tear.
no one cares anymore.
nothing matters.
i live for me.
i (act like i dont) live for you.
i miss you.
i love you.
no one will ever be in your place again.
just you.