Nobody's as cold as you are, baby

So don't you take it so hard, and baby, don't you cry

It’s not that I’m nothing, always.. I’m not much right now.. because you’re preoccupied.. And she puts too much pain in your heart, which pushes me and everything else out. I’ll wait for you.

You excelled at being free

It’s not me. I’m of no consequence. I’m nothing, I don’t cross your mind.

won't you please be mine, love?

I know you’ve said that there’s nothing that will make you not be my friend any more, and I believe you, and I have faith in that.. But fuck, I get worried sometimes. That you’ll just go away.

Won't you come outside, love?

I know you’re waffling.

I love you.

Take all the time you need, as long as there’s still something between us. A break? Okay. Whatever you need. But I need you back someday.

I am only left to wonder why, why I try

I’m of no consequence. Honestly, I think I knew it all along, I just didn’t want to see it. Nothing, nothing at all. I shouldn’t even exist.

Against memories

This sucks.

I mean, I feel bad too. I don’t want you to feel like this. And all those other things I said to you.

But at the same time, it’s hard for me, when apparently all of that has “nothing to do with” me. I know you do genuinely have feelings for me, and I know anything that has happened on that blurry line wasn’t anything you didn’t mean, but it still hurts. And I can tell that you have been trying, because you said you thought it was getting better.. And I don’t know if that has anything to do with me, but alas.

I can’t stop thinking. About you being beside me and listening to you breathe and your heartbeat. And I know it meant something by the fact that you started breathing deeper. And your heartbeat.

Honestly, all I want is for you to be okay, and I want you to know that.

Every story has an end.. Is this it?

I don’t think it is, but I need time too.

And I’m sure that I am tangled up in things you said out loud to me, so recklessly

It’s never going to be enough. I’m never going to be enough. And knowing so kills me, because I’ve done all I can and I don’t understand how it’s still never enough. Actually, I don’t know if not being enough hurts more, or the fact that I don’t even fucking know why. Because all I ever do is what everyone asks me, yet apparently that’s not good enough.

sing

goddamnitfuckshit

i’m still nothing

fuck. fuck. fuck.

why do i have to love. why do i have to feel or want anything

why can’t i be an island. isn’t that what i’m supposed to be?