third floor on cornelia st

speak now is like. i was a flight risk with a fear of falling. you’re the kind of reckless that should send me running. it turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you. don’t say yes, run away now. i’ll look back in regret how i ignored when they said run as fast as you can. someday i’ll be living in a big old city. i’d tell you i miss you but i don’t know how. it’s so much colder than i thought it would be so i tuck myself in and turn my nightlight off. these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon. wasn't it easier when you believed in everything? it's getting dark and it's all too quiet and i can't trust anything now. and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. but if, god forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name.

"best believe I'm still bejeweled" i sing to myself as i crawl into bed with a washed face and clean pjs to journal and watch tv