The Words and Her.
We Are Our Own Person
no matter how many times you fuck shit up, or how many times I offend you, in purpose or not;
I know, I’m certain, I am sure
You will be there to wish me good night. And I’ll be there to wake you with sweet good mornings
“Do I even mean something to you?” you ask, as you always do. We’re having a conversation at 8:30 in the morning, on a Thursday, which is pretty unusual for us since we always have our depression sessions at 2 am.
The Universe Owes Me Enough
I used to tell this amazing break up story. The one where he didn’t see it coming, when he least expected, and after he laid his…
This is how we grow-
We’ll meet people wrong for us.
We’ll live in places we’ve never been to.
We’ll talk to people, who are not real.