Some days I feel really broken by you.
i was so used
to me reminding myself
that i shouldn’t say too much
It’s 9:51pm and it’s been over 3 hours since I punched those letters for the last time.
I will make you miss me when you realize you lost your chance.
Now sometimes I sit on the roof late at night and I know I would gladly wear that perfume every day until I died if it would make you return.
Part of me hopes with every fiber of my being that you are having these same thoughts and struggles.
I wish you could answer all of this, but I guess I’ll find out one day.
It’s the love he offered me when he used to see the galaxy in my eyes.
These few moments will have no significance in the future.
I think I still like you and I’m sorry.