Eating People Who Eat People

“You cant understand your passion for life, if you don’t have things you love”

But.. I guess I’m not finding it again if I had already found it for you before.

But it’s stronger than it was- So much stronger. And god, I wish I knew if you felt the same way.

But even if you don’t, I will cherish you with my whole chest until you leave.

Everyone does, eventually- Most have. I hope you won’t leave, but I’ll always cherish our memories, even if you do.

Really, truly- I love you.

I could never tell you that upfront, but I know you wouldn’t know to ever look here.

It’s that when I hurt someone, I mean really hurt someone? I strive to apologise and fix it- and I mean it.

But when you do it? You apologise, but your words mean nothing past the surface- mean nothing after the moment is over. You don’t mean it- Maybe in the moment, you do.. but after? It’s as if you never said it.

I feel bad for you, but not as bad as you feel for yourself.

I don’t miss when the sun would warm my face and I thought of you.