you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil
i gave you my heart and soul. and you returned it. returned it in a shuffled up box saying 10,000 pieces. and i don’t have a picture to follow when trying to put it back together. no wonder i’m still working on it 2 years later. i’m doing a shit job so far.
and i don’t even know why i still talk to her like she’s listen. like she’s here. like she’s reading this. maybe because i know it doesn’t really matter. i’m just along for the ride.
1 month ago · 0 notes
i still cry over you
and tonight… i’m just gonna have to accept the fact that i will be crying myself to sleep
2 months ago · 0 notes