if i could start again, a million miles away
i would keep myself, i would find a way

I miss you.

If you held out your hand for me, I would take it. And I would be happy. I would want that and I'd be happy, and I would feel warm and wanted. In my most cherished dreams you would hug me and I'd feel needed, as much as I'd need you ( Read more... )

I wake up, and you're gone.

If only to be with you, I'd sleep forever.

There will come a day, I think, and I will smile. It will not be because of you, or because of someone like you. It will just be.

Until that day comes, I will be here, and I will some lesser version of myself.

One day I will be me again.

I disappoint you, and I disappoint myself.

There is no one waiting for me.

There is no one waiting for me.

I used to be someone many years ago.

I miss it.

I miss you.

I wrote to you and my words mattered to you. So long ago.

I dreamt of you and I missed you, a very long time ago you dreamt of me too.

I don't know you anymore. I wish you'd know me again.

But tonight I am alone and I will be here again tomorrow. Without you. And you won't know me then, either.

This evening I saw an old friend online, and I opened up a messenger window to talk to her. The box was open, and empty, and waiting for me. I didn't fill it with anything, and I didn't talk to her because the only thing running through my mind was reasons she wouldn't want to talk to me, or that she'd not care, or be bothered by my message ( Read more... )

Sup?

I miss you and I think about you.. but I don't even know you.

But I know that I need you.. oh cruel, cruel world.