Im a little confused and completely messed up.

Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed

You light me up like a cigarette on a cold day & I burn for you, even if it’s just for a few minutes because I’d rather feel your lips on me briefly than not at all. And you’ll disappear again & I’ll watch the seasons change while I wait for your call. I’m patient because I know that you’re the one but while I’m waiting, I’m taking shots until my body is numb because I know that you’re not as sure.. And that’s why you’re with her half the time & with me the rest; Often I make poetry out of this confusion but really, there’s nothing beautiful about being second best.

There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump in puddles for you.

You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her. Because you don’t destroy people you love.

Sex won’t make him love you. A guy can love your sex and still not love you.

Sometimes liking someone so much can really fuck you up mentally.

“Wallflower"

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.