I'd Like To Say That I'm Alive. But I Can't. I Feel More Like A Ghost As I Walk Through The Halls, My

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"I'm nothing special but you seem to think otherwise."

- When you text me in the morning

Why me? Why now? Why this? Why me? Out of all the other girls who would pay to have you attention for even a minute you chose me, someone who never came to you to seek any. I’ve admired you for a while but you never felt the same way, so why now? I have so many questions in my mind about why you have taken an interest in me, but I won’t get a straight answer even if I asked. So I’ll wait until we get close to ask. But before we do anything…. Why this?

I don't know what to think

Would you still love me knowing you could never make me happy? Or is that too much to ask for?

Six feet under

The line between you and me is becoming far too wide far too fast. And I’m scared of what will come after the divide is so great that neither of us can jump across to the other. Will you grab my hand if I can't hold on? Or will my hands, bloodied by the drifted parts of us, leave you drawing away, ever nearer to a future where you and I do not exist anymore.

She’s become a priority when we are are together

The butterflies in my stomach always seem to come out when I see your name on my phone.

2 A.M. Thoughts

"I love how your smile shows all over your face, from the show of your teeth to the crinkles by your eyes. I love being able to tell if I've actually made you happy. I love your laugh. I love you."

- While We Were Talking (via. @woundedwriting on Instagram )

You’re worth it right? Please tell me you’re worth it… I don’t want this to be a mistake…

2 AM Thoughts

    I want to see the world through your eyes. I want to know what it is like to be unnoticed, to know how the wind can feel without running through it. I want to see how you see me, not as what everyone wants me to be, but just as I am. Just as me.

Inside the Artist #2

Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this so easily? You make it hard smile because you make it hard to breathe. Why do you do this to me?

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