oh, it's so hard to form connections when you can't shake hands.

being made of grief becomes exhausting. it eats you from the inside out. i cough and wilted rose petals tumble out of my mouth.

the stars in the night, they lend me their light to bring me closer to heaven with you.

when i thought you died, my heart did too. i pulled it out of my chest and buried it six feet under, hoping it could find you once again.

you cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. this is your tragedy， because you understand them but they do not understand you.

i'm sorry i can't make you proud of me.

scared of my own image / scared of my own immaturity.

i do not care if we are on good terms or not, the secrets and insecurities you shared with me would never leave my mouth.

one day we'll meet again if the fates allow.

look at yourself, are you even still alive at all?

Despite everything, it’s still you.

if you were to come looking for me，i need you to know that i would let you find me. i need you to know that i'm never going to stop waiting for you，no matter how hopeless the wait may be.

it doesn't have to be like this. the guilt isn't yours.

you're so calm and quiet， but there are things inside you that you never say. i see them sometimes， hiding in your eyes.

you're my best friend， now i've no one to tell how i lost my best friend. the frost， it looks like we've been left in the attic， but you're not here to see.

⠀’ do people like us get happy endings ? ‘ ╱ ‘ .... ‘ ╱ ‘ ..thought so . ‘

just because you’re breathing doesn’t mean you’re alive.