Who says you're not perfect?

God, my heart aches for you so much sometimes that I just want it to stop, the aching, the beating, all of it.

I’m never sober but I’m not completely fucked up. I just need something to distract me from how dead I feel inside.

I can’t stop crying. When I think about you, when I hear your name, when I remember what we had, when I think of what we could’ve been, the tears.. They’re endless.

Someday I’ll see you at the grocery store or some coffee shop somewhere and I’ll smile and say hello and you’ll ask me how I am and I’ll say that I am fine and afterwards I’ll think to myself;

“That was the guy I swore forever with”

and I hope in your mind you’ll think the same and I hope that as you walk away, you’ll smile at the memory of me;

underneath that moonlit sky,
touching you with infinities in my eyes,
telling you I love you,
whispering eternities into your mouth,
burning you in flames
giving you my all

and I hope to god you regret…

I hope you regret ever letting me go.