I, you, she, he, we...

FUCK UP.


Thank you
for everything.

For the good times, the bad times,
my tears on your skin,
the miles we drove,
the blood in my mouth,
the pictures we took,
the bruises,
the things we bought together...
our fish.

Those same hands and mouth that gave me so much pleasure
also gave me true pain...
you taught me what it was to fail.
To GIVE my ALL
and still, undoubtedly FAIL.

You always kept your eyes hidden from me...
you must've known I couldn't see you...?

We all have our doubts
and our fears...
we're all a little sad and lonely...
I, for one, am soaked in my insecurities, I carry the stench of my memories in a flask covered in stickers,
but somehow never took that out on you or anyone else.


I miss those times when I wasn't afraid to leave my house, or post a picture, or keep my passwords, or go to meetings or class...

I hate that my memory of you will be a terrible nightmare when I know in my heart it didn't start that way.


And I wish I never met you at all... I'm sorry.
& you know how much I hate to apologize.



FML