I miss you in eleven ways.
Although I went to be alone I woke up with the sheets kicked off and pillows on the floor that paint a picture of how I danced in my dreams.
And that’s what we were. Two self-destructive souls with hearts of gold.
I came to the retreat to try to be a better person. Mary came to give people the impression that she could actually be a better person.
Acknowledge that the past cannot be changed
That nothing in life is constant
But that some things can be changed
You can change your mind
I became the part of you
That I was trying to save
I am an open book
With pages covered in stains
My artist will not starve.
We met at that concert dancing
Kissing with the same repetition
It is me because I am not ready
I am still damaged
To let you in