𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕴 || 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖞 ~ 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

as i write this i'm listening to "always",
and i think of how i thought you would always want to know me.

i wish i could remember something about my childhood that was beautiful,
all i remember is you, you, you,
it sometimes felt like walking through hell,
but you made everything worthwhile.

y'know you could always call if you're feeling like you're needing me,
but it's been long since you forgot about me

and maybe, i do remember some wonderful times in this lonely life,
and i hope and pray you'll remember me one of these days once i'm officially gone,
after all, it might not be so long.

if you're reading this,
i'll never need to say your name,
you'll always know who you are, so...
i love you, still.

we built a house of memories and watched it burn,
but thanks anyway...

homecoming with you,
and silk dresses with black flowers,
and golden promise rings...

you bitch...
i was so excited and you...
you burnt my life to the ground in front of me.

i had a dress picked out the moment you told me,
soft tulle in the color of peach,
formed the entire dress bodice,
but of course you had to ruin it for me,
crush each of those already lonely memories.

i thought i'd be your perfect, little star
as you took me apart,
understood my heart,
and again, i'm your star among a sky of black velvet.

i know you would've been so handsome,
in your button up shirt in a pale blue with khaki pants
but you left and forgot our always

our always.

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||our always|| ~ angel