I almost called you today
Almost diminished the will power I’ve been building up over the past months in order to move on
I almost called to say…I love you
I still love you and I don’t know why
My mind lingers on the memory of you, more often than not
I tried to forget you while attempting to cherish the lessons you left behind
I almost called to see if you were still mine
Since the last time we talked:
I try to concentrate on forgetting you at least four days out of the week
I’ve cried three times in public
My hands have lost sensitivity & are solely capable of making two fists
And regardless of how much I wish on those shiny stars,
You’re the one I let get away.
Stop trying to love me. It’s pointless.
I don’t know what to do. when I’m with him, your name still lingers at the crevices of my mind. The though of you accompanies his touch and I still can’t breathe. Like the first time the syllables of my name happened to grace your lips, or like the longest seconds that existed behind the eyes that adorned the imperfections of my being. I hate you. I loathe the fact that I cannot get rid of you. I am ashamed that a piece of me will always fall victim to you.
Macklemore - Church ft. Geologic
Got God & my walkman, go ahead & top that.
one of my favorite songs
I just want to know if you still love me. I’m hurting and I don’t know if you care or not.
I think I’m just going to stay single until I’m married.
Why don’t you love me you asshole
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
I’m sad & you’re the only one I want to be bothered by
I want you to squish me like you always do,
I want to pretend to be annoyed by your silliness as my insides tingle with the joy of knowing that you love me
I want to take ugly selfies as you hide from the lense of my annoying affection
I want to hear the beauty of your heartbeat as it continues to heal my soul
I want to argue over whose taste in music is better
I want to look into the sweet darkness that your eyes hold, wondering how you could ever possibly manage to love me