thinking of you has become as much as a habit as breathing, i do it without even noticing.
I wish i was the girl you thought of everyday, every hour, every minute. Unfortunatelyi am not the one who can make you laugh when you want to kill yourself, i am not the perfect girl of your dreams, nor am i any good for you. i know you fell fast and hard and expected nothing of me and though our friends thought us together cute, it was all lies. Lies upon lies layered in between and stacked on top of other lies. Iknow i should cry for what we lost, but tears refuse to come and drench my feelings.
“so, if i put my heart in your hands, don’t expect a gem. it’s a little dusty, a little bruised, the edges worn smooth from the river of life constantly pounding away. it won’t burn the shadows away or cleanse the toxins from your veins. it might pinch your nerves and cramp your muscles and tweak your skin until you’re howling with pain. it might hit all the wrong frequencies and break your favorite wine glasses and crash your car and leave your life as one haphazard ink splatter on what used to be a pristine page.” -=Corina90
