of all the people in the world, all the boys i could have picked, all the stories that could have been told.. i chose you…

Can you guys even read my shit handwriting?

So very much alive.

Please stop. I’m sick of saying the same nice things over and over…

I say the right words, smile at the right time, but really I’m not here. 

I like not needing you.

We know they’re bad for us, we know it won’t do us any good.. We know that one moment of contact will cause endless hours of pain.

Yet we still choose to. 

Come on girls, let’s be better than that.
Let’s pick ourselves up and move on.
Don’t look back.  

no matter how hard you try to erase this person from your mind, even your soul, they simply find a way to creep back in…//they crawl into your bloodline and flow through your veins// their memory is pumped back into your heart…//so that all you do is wake up in the middle of the night//gasping their name. 

after the long weekend, you’re gone again. away from me, away from my bed… please come back…

A ghost of my former self…

I don’t know why I like you so much, I wish I could figure it out… If I could, I’d take whatever drug, whatever pill to stop thinking about you…

Your temper… just like your father’s….
You swing your arms wide, fists slamming into the desk.
The room looks like a bomb scene.

I watch by the door, waiting until you’re ready. 
A hand on your shoulder to steady you,  an arm around your waist to hold you…

Each time you vow not to do it again…