It’s not that I think you’re a sad person in a sense of you being pathetic, it’s different. I look in your eyes and I see your soul and I know how it feels. The way you kneel and those feelings of despair. All I wanted you to know is that I’m here. Regardless of my presence, you know I can and I will always be there for you.

Hell’s empty because all the demons are in my head.

Maybe my problem is that all of my decisions are calculated.

My muse is six feet, a hundred and ninety pounds and cradles my soul in his arms without knowing it.

Even though we’re no longer dating and haven’t spoken in awhile, I still look him up to make sure he’s doing alright.

I’d rather be oblivious and ignorant in regards to him. I don’t want to know if and when he dies because honestly, there’s a chance I will follow him.

I don’t know where I am or where I’m going, but I just want to be right here.

I could sit you down, f*** your mind for hours and I promise it would terrify you in ways you didn’t know existed.

It was like that time on the phone, how I said I was scared you’d forget about me. The way you said that’s a chance you’ll have to take was said with such a deep repressed sadness.