You have no trace of me on your walls, your music, your brain. It makes me sick to think that i would still be able to sit with you on your bed, touch the side of your face with my thumb, push back your curls, lift your eyelashes, and tell you i was right. i was special. And how dare you love me less for it. I told you to be balanced but all i want is for you to be on my side of the weight. You'll always be with me, no matter what. That's just how well people are imprinted in my head. I wonder, somedays, if i'm a measley thought here and there in your busy life, in the midst of the drugs, through the hazy drunken nights and music driven lifestyle. I wonder if when you told me what you told me, it was a set line in a script from a horrible movie. Where i'd sit there and watch and yell "lIFE ISN'T LIKE THAT, PEOPLE ARE NEVER ABLE TO SAY THIS SORT OF STUFF IN REAL LIFE."

I was there, i was gone. You had your chance to make it right, and you chose otherwise. But hey, i don't need anybody that doesn't need me.


Remember that night when we stood in front of my car and you told me what you thought love was? When you went on to tell me how i was 'comfortable' and you couldn't believe i was taking off without you.

Look who was the one running.