You Should Have Known Better Than To Fall In Love With Him
Meet him on a random Tuesday night when nothing in your world makes sense.
Meet him on a random Tuesday night when nothing in your world makes sense.
Sometimes, loving me will be hard; but I promise you, that all of this chaotic madness will all be worth it when we see each other again.
Remember that there is no our. There is only you, and there is only him.
You will meet me at a bar unexpectedly on a Friday night, and I will feed you a mouthful of reasons as to why we are not compatible.
Let denial become your middle name. Feed your insomnia by writing about him. Create shitty art in the name of being honest.
Settle down with me so that I can hold you when the world proves to be too much.
We are on your rooftop and you are looking at me with a pair of brown eyes that twist bullets through my flesh.
This is how I think of space: This space is filled with the memories of you.