V is for Volatile

Maybe it wasn’t the “almost” that broke my heart. It was the long nights we spent together, and how you made me feel, like i was so far in the sky no plane could bring me back down. Again, it wasn’t the almost. It was the maybe. Maybe i’m loved, maybe i won’t hurt, maybe we will be together, it was false hope that broke my heart.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

And your boobies.

i do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me i want to be full on my own i want to be so complete i could light a whole city and then i want to have you cause the two of us combined could set it on fire

So before I save someone else, I’ve got to save myself And before I blame someone else, I’ve got to save myself And before I love someone else, I’ve got to love myself