| the entirety of this journal has been me trying to figure us out, since i first got here. we broke up and came to college, and i thought we'd rebuild for good in a new town, on our own. you and me. now it is me who is left, and sometimes the regret can tear at me til i am on my knees. i'll learn to hold myself up for you. but please. don't learn to forget me. you've got her now, but i've got news for you. i know what i want. if you ever want it again, i want to give it to you.
i won't fail you again. this page has no more reason to exist. i've conquered my feelings, too late. don't worry. you will find me somewhere else. all my love, h. |
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| sometimes i want to punch you but mostly i want to hug you and either way i'd cry. |
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| you took her on a date tonight and i haven't heard from you since. stop breaking me. |
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| i can't write pretty things anymore. i don't know what's happened to me. i want to be pretty, i want to. i feel so young inside and so old outside. you give me a lump in my throat and it isn't fair because it is all my fault in the end. outside i can hear police sirens, it always makes me want to cry because i know that something bad is happening to someone. it is almost six in the morning and i can't finish my paper because i feel shaky and sad and stuck. i feel like my joints are jello inside of my body, i feel like a movie that doesn't end happily. why don't you love me the same anymore?
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| you give me your sweatshirt as meteors fall around us but not really because they are light years away according to science, you tell me i hate science but when you talk about it sometimes i don't hate it as much i'm glad it's cold because you want me closer now that you don't have your sweatshirt on you've changed i think, i think i want to trust you you've only just come back after two summers of love and hate and i already want more than i can allow myself i guess i forgot that i missed you |
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