endiings, please :)

the fairer sex will forever be everything but that.

i'm biting my tongue,
you're breaking my heart

why can't you just tell me what's wrong

is it bad that i look for you in every person i meet?

as much as part of me wants to stitch myself to you with perfect, indiscernible seams, i am always going to know that we are two separate pieces and that knowledge is now going to stop me from trying.

this is the end, and it's also the beginning. even if the sign is halfway down the road, if it reads dead end, you should still turn around the car.

and even though your toes are so cold,
i don't mind them touching mine.

the crown of a coward should be made of cheap plastic.

As you drift further into the past, my memory of you fractures and splinters until all I can clearly remember is not a picture but a feeling.

i didn't write this but i find it very true, except i wish i understood the feeling left over