My heart is like my house. It's  a fucking nice house, but it's meant for a family I barely have.
Have you ever missed someone so bad you literally wanted to kill yourself because you felt like life simply could not carry on without them. I have.
I wish you could love you as much as I do.
We're kissing in the rain of you leaving in 2 years, 3 years apart, 1 hour drives and love that feels like the equivalent of a stab wound and baby, it's soaking through my umbrella.
I was running in the dark and I didn't realise it was to more pain.
You didn't even reject me and I still use the spare room closet to cry over you in.