these are the thoughts i have about you and about right now.
six is only just a number.
things will turn out okay.
i'm fine, if anyone cares to remember.
but right now i feel like it was a bad day.
and there will be more days like this to come.
red can't be anything more than a color.
i'm tired of these scars and how you might see them.
i am deathly afraid of knowing you, and trusting you, and loving you.
am i a paradox?
you were never mine but i've already lost you.
you are so far away i cannot reach you.
we haven't really met yet, but i already want to unmeet you.
it's been (4) days.
i miss the smile you'd put on my face.
for god's sake i don't know what to do anymore.
six is just a number,
but i'm not someone you'll remember.
