You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

i dont know if i miss you but i still miss something

you are still there for me, every fucking time.

I forget what has happened, what's done is done,

but I secretly wish to wake up and all this could be a horrible nightmare and I role over into your arms, like I used to everygoddamnday

Thursday, August 12, 2010

I broke down and laid in your arms.




It was nice but I still miss what I had.