Just a place

I'm done writing about you.

Figure out who your ride or dies are and don't fumble them.

I spent my whole life searching for you thinking I'd never find you. Now that I have I want to disappear.

I still cry about you most nights

I just wanted to wash you head to toe for the rest of my life.

All choosing him really was, was settling.

About eight months too late

Idk maybe we don't do the self destructive thing and realize moving on from those habits is for the best.

Tell myself it meant nothing when it meant everything to me

Die young or live long enough to become a folk hero at your job.

You're posting that it's your birthday because you burned every bridge to anyone who would've wished you one.

Was there ever a moment where it was just you and I?

Caring about people is exhausting.

Well let's just pile that right on there I guess.

Tired of feeling like I'm faking it.