still.

patching the hole with cloth.
despite everything,
despite how long it's been,
despite what ive claimed,
despite him,
it's still you.

hollow eyes, uninterested t0ne
i want it all back.
but i can't.
how long before everything seeps through?

"what sets me apart from the hoes at parties?"

"im still talking to you.
i like spending time with you.
i like being around you.
i care about you."

taking every word with a grain of salt.

Friendship isn't possible.

I don't want to be your friend.
I never did.

"dont you hate me already"

no. no, i don't.
i should, but i don't.
and i never did.

Texting etiquette

Part of me wishes you'd stop responding.
Other part waits for your reply.
All day.

If you ask me how I’m doing
I would say I’m doing just fine
I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind
But I go out, and I sit down at a table set for two
And finally I’m forced to face the truth
No matter what I say I’m..
Not over you,Not over you
Took this heart and put it through hell, but still you’re magnificent
I, I’m a boomerang, doesn’t matter how you throw me
I turn around and I’m back in the game, even better than the old me
But I’m not even close without you

droga

i guess i'll always have a soft spot for you (: