Forgetting you seems to be taking up all my time.

This floor is getting to familiar, the coolness of the tiles against her skin, the cracks she’s counted way to many times

You are my Romeo in are messed up twenty first century, I’d be you’re Juliet any day of the week, because for you I would sacrifice my life, my well being.

Gosh someone made them selves look silly.

Black mail...one the only things she seemed to get right...

No one asked for your opinion, so why did you voice it?

You were mine for those few seconds, untouched, unharmed, unthinkably perfect.

Don’t know what to do now, do I fight these scary feelings, or try to forget the reasons they’re there.

Everyone has their baggage, their demons and their pasts,,but it’s how you decide to fight them, forget them, or live with them.

When you needed me in your last dieing days, I wasn’t there; I didn’t know what to say or how to cope.