Every morning since the news...

I have been waking up depressed. Literally every night I dream about the days before or some miracle that saved us. Once again logic tells me that we can't be, but since when has my heart cared? You tell me I look happy. I can only say I'm a good student.

What Is It?

I want to give it my all, I really do.
So what would you call it then? Fear, jealousy, insecurity, uncertainty, romance, experience, history, maturity, childishness?

Even though I know, emotions always prevail. You've never known me as clever so it's no wonder my heart always wins.

Forgive but never forget.


This is the last thing I wanted from you. I thought I could leave it all behind but I guess I'm still under the influence.

Never Have I Ever...

...been this torn.