May 18, 2014
I have our old playlist playing as the dim summer sun creeps through the thick tinted windows at work...
i remember the scent of the ocean, gold aviators, messy hair, the faint smell of coke on your leather jacket.
i feel your touch pushing my blonde and black bangs back and as I feel your soft, sweet lips on mine as I smile. you pull me closer as the waves crash against the rocks.
i'm not entirely sure where or what went wrong. even though everyone tells me you aren't good to me, i know it must've been a little my fault too and I'm sorry I've taken things here, but this is me, the real me. i am no good either.