Picture it as this:::
my paintbrush is my razorblade
&& my canvas is my wrist

* saw it somewhere...

You're like a drug::
i didn't (( want )) to have you, but once i got you, i (( needed )) you. now you're gone and i'm -lifeless-

I'm going from boyfriend to boyfriend in an attempt to get over you...but every single one of them (( reminds me )) of you && what we had

Do you ever think about me?
do you ever think about the good times we had?
do you ever wonder what we could've been?
do you miss me?

&& to be frank-
i love you

When i need you the most-
(( you leave me ))
thank you very much.

* can you guys please check out my poems. i know theyre bad but i write them from the heart and i would really appreciate it if you guys would comment them. i'll return the favor.

When you first cross my mind, a smile appears on my face. but then i remember we're no longer together and tears fall from my eyes.

If you really loved me like you said you did, why did you leave me when i needed you the most?

&& i honestly thought i was over you. until my friend pointed out that i was staring at you all day. why can't i just move on with my life?

First, you break my heart. then, you (( smile )) at me ::just when:: i'm starting to get over you and you ruin all of my hard work. thank you VERY much