I Hate Myself Because No One Has Ever Cared Enough To Teach Me Why I Should Love It.

When you left, I thought part of me died. No part of me died when you came back and ripped my heart out like it was nothing, like you felt nothing.

When he left, it was the color of the sheets. The first day without him, it was color of my coffee. The first time I saw him alone in that room, it was the feel of the air. The last time I saw him, it was color of my tears hitting the cold, tile floor. That bitter January day, with the casket lowering into the hole in the earth. That day became the color of my heart.

The color is blue

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

2 A.M. Thoughts

I thought you weren't coming back, so I gave up hoping you would. I gave up because someone like me doesn't just become friends with someone like you. Someone of your caliber would go to someone much more deserving and not already gone.

Inside the Artist #6

I wonder if anyone looks at me when I'm not looking. Not the 'staring-off-into-space' look, but the 'I-want-her-to-be-with-me' look. I wonder if I've caught anyone looking at me like that but they played it off. I wonder if there are people who do in that I've never caught. But I guess I can deal with the mystery.

I just hope you do that too

Seeing you only hurts when your eyes can't meet mine.

2 AM Thoughts (Via. Wounded-Writing)

I thought I'd be fine when you decided to leave. But here I am in a puddle of my own tears and trying to figure out to turn off these damned things called emotions.

2 AM Thoughts

You wouldn’t know how good I am at lying until you give me a reason to trust you.

I don’t even trust myself

It's fine. I'm used to being alone.

2 am Thoughts

This feeling, what is it? Puppy love? A school boy crush? I hope not, I want this feeling to last. This feeling of belonging right where I am and not having to prove myself to get here. I want this to last, I want this to last. I want this peace to keep flowing over me, I want to feel like I am nothing. Because that is what I feel is going to be my escape when everything comes crashing down around me. Because you'll still be here, and I'll still be me.

Inside the Artist #5