i awoke only to find my lungs empty, and through the night, so it seems i'm not breathing. and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be, and i'm breaking down, i think i'm breaking down.
you were mysterious. i worried about every word i said. i'd silence my phone at night when you would call sometimes because i didn't want to say something too young or immature. i thought you wanted someone who was on your "level" of thought. eventually, i regretted my change because maybe you would've kept interest in me longer if only i were myself. i'm excited for these journals so that you can finally meet me, though
( ... )
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment