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fuck me for being so goddamn stupid. it doesn't feel very good to be alive right now.
i had been so good for you. and then i fucked it all up, with one small mistake.
then i lost my wallet and my keys. my wallet has a bunch of important shit i need, like a metro pass, ID, my school ID, and 8 dollars that i think i owe someone. if by any chance any one foudn my wallet, PLEASE return just the IDs and the metropass, if not i'm going to have to spend 75 dollars this month to get to and from school.
i miss you already, and it's been about 12 hours since you decided you want nothing to do with me. and i feel physically sick when i realize that i hurt you.
you say that you're gone for good. and i'm trying to just accept the fact that i fucked up, but it's so hard to try and become comfortable with the notion that i ruined what would have been the best thing that happened to me. you are the best thing that happened to me. and you have been since i met you. you make me feel like a person. sometimes it's like a good person, other times it's like a bad one, but you make me feel. and you're the only person i've ever strived to be better for.
i can't even explain how much i love you, and everything about you. every single thing about you. i know all of this sounds mushy and shitty and melodramatic and hopelessly romantic, but the truth is that i need you zoe. and i'm sorry i fucked up, i'll say 8,000 times over. and i'll make it up to you for as long as i know you.
you’re the cool of the water,
you’re the start of the summer.
you keep me still like an anchor,
in the storm you’re the cellar.
when I’m heavy with worry
you make me light as a feather.
when I’m deafened by anger
you’re the song I remember.
with the grace of a dancer
and the strength of a pillar,
when I’m starving to suffer
you just fill me with laughter.
you’re a poet and a saint,
you are the only one I choose to imitate.
like the love of a father
through the eye of a camera
it’s this picture I have seen,
we’re on a sloping hill of green,
and you are walking there beside me.
i had been so good for you. and then i fucked it all up, with one small mistake.
then i lost my wallet and my keys. my wallet has a bunch of important shit i need, like a metro pass, ID, my school ID, and 8 dollars that i think i owe someone. if by any chance any one foudn my wallet, PLEASE return just the IDs and the metropass, if not i'm going to have to spend 75 dollars this month to get to and from school.
i miss you already, and it's been about 12 hours since you decided you want nothing to do with me. and i feel physically sick when i realize that i hurt you.
you say that you're gone for good. and i'm trying to just accept the fact that i fucked up, but it's so hard to try and become comfortable with the notion that i ruined what would have been the best thing that happened to me. you are the best thing that happened to me. and you have been since i met you. you make me feel like a person. sometimes it's like a good person, other times it's like a bad one, but you make me feel. and you're the only person i've ever strived to be better for.
i can't even explain how much i love you, and everything about you. every single thing about you. i know all of this sounds mushy and shitty and melodramatic and hopelessly romantic, but the truth is that i need you zoe. and i'm sorry i fucked up, i'll say 8,000 times over. and i'll make it up to you for as long as i know you.
you’re the cool of the water,
you’re the start of the summer.
you keep me still like an anchor,
in the storm you’re the cellar.
when I’m heavy with worry
you make me light as a feather.
when I’m deafened by anger
you’re the song I remember.
with the grace of a dancer
and the strength of a pillar,
when I’m starving to suffer
you just fill me with laughter.
you’re a poet and a saint,
you are the only one I choose to imitate.
like the love of a father
through the eye of a camera
it’s this picture I have seen,
we’re on a sloping hill of green,
and you are walking there beside me.