Did I make the most of loving you?
The words, in a song, stop me cold
Hot tea, mid sip
I remember this summer
Humidity rising
Iced tea on the balcony
Your smile was so pained
You knew what I didn’t
You knew then what I’m going through now
I will always regret not kissing you in August
And in June I’d said it’d be the summer of no regrets

Now it’s the kind of cold that makes
My exposed skin hurt
So I bundle up tighter
Close my eyes to the wind that gives them tears
And on my eyelids, I see this past summer
But it still hurts because I’m looking back
Not forward
Never forward
I can’t.
So many things were left unsaid.

Could I haunt you?
Would that be okay?

I hate that you're depressed
because
you are so
beautiful.

I do love you,
even if
we just met.

You are perfect.
Those scars on your
thighs
are
destroying
you.

I hate how it
Poisons your
Bloodstream,
Making you cut open
your skin
in ribbons.

Stop

Please stop.

Does it make me a *****
that I don't care?
You left me alone
when I needed you to be there.
So now that you need me,
I want to leave you
alone too.
But I can't,
I guess my inner ***** isn't
as bad as I thought she was.
But, even she's
a better person than you.

i don't have bad days
i have hard days
i have long days
i have numbing days

i don't have good days
i have smiling days
i have loving days
i have butterfly days

but they're *mine

We go out, but
we're not going out
if that makes any sense
but you sign i love you
as your signature at the store
you miss me
you don't want to make me
do anything i don't want to
I go for my wallet an you
say *stop being weird and
look me right in the eye
So you love me
and we'll leave it at that

i'm sad
i'm numb
i'm consumed
i get up
and i feel worse than before
i'm not drowning
just to firmly rooted
in my own melancholy
that i can't imagine
moving