I like it better without the rose-colored glasses…I'm a liar on the mend….I used you as a book mark to keep that place in my life that I willingly left behind….we changed…and then we changed again….you for the better and me ...well that is still up in the air. The normalcy of what we are and have always been is why I love you in that spending all Sunday in bed just hanging out sort of way….no hang over’s …no hang ups.
The otherside has brought about the other side of who I am …I file your complaints in the box at the back of my head that is spilling over with reasons why I should second guess myself ….In all honesty I am in awe of how much I care about what you think.
I’ve written volumes and edited them down to novels, my fingers are numb and so is my heart …I want to lock them in safe and sink them to the bottom of the ocean …letting someone in my head is the scariest thing that I can ever do for me and you…..I feel like a sellout in the way that I want to write a something in my blood and it turn into gold.
“how do we lose who we use to be.”
“fuck that, how do we find who we use to be.”
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