Awake, but still I'm dreaming.
"Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep."
"I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me."
"A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms."

I was gonna write about you again.
but then I remembered you don’t care.
and I should be over this. 
truthfully, I didn’t deal with it in the first place. 
maybe that’s why it’s been pouring out of me lately.
the emotions and hurt, I mean.
they’re kind of drowning my fucking guts.
I want you to know I still think you’re as lovely as the sunsets I wanted to show you. 
and the moon that I did. 
I don’t know if you remember that but you said it was beautiful. 
I remember thinking, I wish I could give it to you somehow. 
because your eyes were so sad. 
it would’ve been nice to see them in awe. 
I looked at you in awe. 
anyways, I want you to know I’m happy for you. 
I’m pissed you’re not happy with me.
but that’s not really what people are supposed to say. 
so I’ll just say I’m happy for you and leave it there.
I’d still give you the moon if I could. 
I’d give you the whole fucking sky. 
even if you wanted to share it with her instead.
"You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you."
Tuesday 15 at 1:30am with 6847 notes