&& it's too early for her to say goodbye,
it hurts to know that summer has
to end & so does it's romance.

I'm a tear.
I've been here before.
I know her perfumed fingers.
I know the cold cold floor.
Every time you leave her;
Every time you don't call..
When she can't help herself,
It's my job to fall.

She's just a stupid little girl with her hopes too high & feelings much too strong especially for a boy like him.

The hardest part about breaking up is the next day opening your notebook only to see "I LOVE HIM" scribbled all over. </3

Promise me she isn't your whole world.

He wasn't my boyfriend, but I miss his hugs, his smiles, his advice, his love, his kindness, the times we cried together, and the times we laughed together. I guess I fell in love with our friendship.