You.

so you tell me that you should stop doing pot.
i told you that a long time ago.
you tell me you feel stupid.
i felt like that since yesterday.
i've written four blogs about you,
this being my fith.
i'm making myself sick by doing things that remind me of you.

remember how i told you that i always imagined you poping up behind me?
and you said i made you feel like edward cullen?
yeah,
i miss that.
i miss you.

i miss the way we used to talk,
how i would rush to grab the phone at seven o'clock sharp.
and run into the bathroom, lock the door, and sit on the counter.
i miss that.
i miss you.

i hate how you just told me that you had been thinking.
and how you needed time apart.
am i that obsessive?
i hate this.
i hate you.

i hate how you were high,
all day yesterday.
and how you act like me loving you doesn't matter,
like it's not worth a shit anymore.
i hate this.
i hate you.

you think everything is okay.
but it's not.
nothing with me is okay.
i'mstill here for you.
even though i'm selfish and fake,
you're always there,
and i don't seserve anything close to you.
but i want to be here.
only for you.
and the only reason i cry, is because i'm worried about you.

i fell in love with your sin.
you littlest sin.

was this over before it ever began?
are you still in love with me?
are we going to be enemies?
are you my greatest failure?
answer me this:
if i died today, would you cry for me?

ily<3