when the cashier gives u back ur change and ur putting it away but u cant do it fast enough and suddenly theyre holding out ur shopping bag and u have no hands and the coins are dropping to the ground and the bag goes up in flames and the cashier is crying and ur crying and ur wallet is screaming and ur descending into hell
I’m trying so hard to treat you like an adult but it’s so difficult when your words reflect thought but your actions show otherwise. You always think you’re the one stuck in the middle, the only one who’s faced dilemmas and the only one who gets hurt.
But when I try to sympathize with you and whenever I try to share parts of me with you, you take them and trample all over me. You continually make use of my situation as a justification for yourself.
I’m getting tired of this. I’m ready to just get this over with. I’m more done than you know. I’ve been waiting for 23 years for you to grow up, and every time I believe you have, you prove me wrong.
I wonder if you remember me.
If I was given a chance now, would we be different?
It’s been so long,
That I haven’t seen your face,
I’m trying be strong,
But the strength I have is washing away.
After so many years, I think I’ve finally realised that it was probably all my fault.
I miss you, and every moment we spent together. More than I should, more than you know. I wish I could turn back the clock to let you know at that point of time. Before I ruined everything.
It was bliss. And then it wasn’t.
(Source: weheartit.com, via curiovsly-deactivated20220305)
And I’m not scared to say those words, with you I’m safe.
