all blood, no tears

i didn't want love like this *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I tell myself I'm over it

i tell the world I'm done and that I've moved on but the truth is

I think about it at four in the morning when I wake up from a bad dream

but I also think about it when I'm going to school on a sunny day

but also when I'm walking outside in the rain

the truth is that I think about when I'm sad

or when there's nothing to think about or entirely too much to think about

the truth is that I may never be over it

because i fell in love with someone that i would have died for

and that's the real drug, isn't it?