be happy

and I ask myself everyday if it would just be safer to end it now. before I get too involved. before you break my heart. but there’s a part of me thinks it would be worth it. It would be worth it to end up broken if it means I get to have you even just for a little bit.

Your lips were the first cigarette I pressed against my lips.  I knew once I tasted them, I would crave them forever.

I fall in love with ideas and fantasies rather than whole beings and then I sit here and wonder why I’m still alone. It’s because I don’t fucking pay attention. I’m too busy thinking about tomorrow that today falls through the cracks.

My father used to say, “Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.