dear, ...

hey .

i hear a buzzing in my head. i can't think, it's too loud. there' s too many thoughts, none making sense.

you don't understand how i feel, or why i do it. you're the only one i can take it out on because you're the only one i know will ALWAYS come back.

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hey .

i wish you were here. but you're not. like usual.

i wish you gave a fuck.

sometimes i really don't understand you.

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hey .

i'm sorry

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hey .

you're beautiful and i hate that you can't see that. don't give in.

you will always be good enough, that voice is nothing.

but i guess i shouldn't be talking.

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hey .

tell me if you understand it, because i sure don't.

january

all anyone wants is to be happy, carefree, no worries

yet we tear each other apart, hurting someone new every day

"it was so happy in the beginning...you just never know"

but i DO know. they're all the same

don't you see it?

can you not see,
the way you shine like the sun?
the way you make everyone around you glow brighter?

and that guys are dicks..
always have been dicks..
and always WILL be dicks

they don't matter.
they don't define you.
nothing can define your beauty, inside or outside.

not a boy, not a word, not a picture.

you define yourself.

for me,

it's just funny
how

opinions can change
so quickly

like a dandelion in the grass,
together and strong
is altered
with just one breath of air

and is forever different

a dandelion is my opinion of you
together, and strong
but then the wind blows,

and

you are no longer that dandelion to me.
instead, something different and foreign.


sometimes
all we need is that breath of air,

to expose the monster inside our dandelion

and everything changes.





for once,
i would like to thank my breath of air,
because



i like this change.