this is to a boy who got into my head
now im thinking that behing every conversation we ever had there was always some other hidden incentive. its like you just keep lifting me up higher so that each time i can crash a little bit harder, like youre just waiting for me to break, to fall apart. it seems like thats when youll finally be happy, when you get to look at my tear stained cheeks and say to yourself, "i did that" congratulations, you finally get what you've been waiting for. well, when you see me across the room laughing with my friends, i hope it kills you to see me smile. and i wont give you the satisfaction of knowing that every laugh and every hair toss is as much of a lie and every conversation we've ever had