I’ll move away and tell everyone my birthday is June 1st ( your birthday )
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I’ll move away and tell everyone my birthday is June 1st ( your birthday )
I’m forever grateful we got to play together as careless kids
I think my fate is to end up alone wishing I wasn’t
How could I have not changed??
Too much has happened to stay the same, but maybe you were just never paying attention. You didn’t care that much. You don’t care that much.
You started yelling that I changed, you don’t know I tell the universe and my passed cat ( my ceiling ) that every night.
No one is coming to my first game this year, I’ll look forward to next years then.
Are my ribs the only ones to hurt? Is your bone marrow replaced with guilt as well?
Sometimes I sit alone in my room and think about how no one in this world cares about me in this moment, it’s calming in some ways.
The longer you bite your tongue the more you bleed. It’s better to speak than to bleed, it’s better to speak than to die.
I was alone again last night. 9pm I started to make my dinner and by the time I finished I had relized I made my childhood meal without thinking. Do we ever grow out of being a kid?
I’m sorry I never got the chance to make you a painting. I would paint your favorite thing, I’m also sorry I never found out what your favorite thing is.
Nostalgia is the weight sitting on top of my chest leaving me desperate with no avail. She hangs over my shoulder while I walk though my home town I left too soon, or too late ago. She jumps all around me taunting me when I see my childhood friends still hang out, leaving me in the past. She whispers in my ear I am a being of the past, and I nod to agree. I am made of memories of the past and the present is my far future. “ I’d like to go back home now. “, she never answers, only giving me memories that fill my heart and lungs with desperation and happiness. I’d like to go home now.
I miss when we used to share the same sky, now we are on other sides of it and I couldn’t hate it more. I miss you.