Pretty. Odd.

He told me he would save me and I cried.
Everyone looks at me different now. It's like I have a sign on my back saying "Fragile, handle with care, or she might try to kill herself again."
You're going to selfdestruct. I think thats what I like.
We scream our insecurities, and mumble our apologies. And thats why our world will always be so wrong.
These are my words that I have never said before.. I think I am doing okay. And this is the smile I have never shown before.
Past the point of no return, no backward glances, our games of make-believe are at an end.

Your biggest challenge isn't someone else. It's the ache in your lungs, and the burning in your legs, and the voice inside you that yells can't. But you don't listen, you push harder. And you hear the voice whisper can. And you discover that the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are.
You were my cure, and I was your disease. I was killing you, and you were saving me.

Stop worrying about me. I can't talk to you anymore because I know I'm freaking you out, and you worry about me.
Randomly she bites her lip, hiding the picture in her mind. Randomly she smiles, remembering every word you said that night.
We could only wonder how she would be able to dust herself off and start over again. And yet, we knew we couldn't bear for her not to, and felt evermore optimistic that after all her struggles, she would someday meet her man, her equal. A man with the same charisma, love for life, and humanity she possessed. In the meantime ,she'd have her friends, and the knowledge that she deserved the world.
You left your Bible on the dresser so I put it in a drawer. because I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore. And when I sit at your piano, I can almost hear the hymns. The keys are collecting dust, but I can't close the lid.
You told me that you want to die. I said, "I've been there myself more than a few times." And I go back every once in a while. You called me lucky. You said, "Tonight is a wonderful night to die." I asked you how you could tell, you told me to look at the sky. "Look at all those stars, look at how goddamn ugly the stars are."
You're way too young to not believe it's going to be okay.
The memories are bittersweet. The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. I want to touch you, want to breathe you. Say, "fuck you, I don't need you, get out right now." We were strangers when we met. And we were strangers when you left.
You were my compass leading me to nowhere fast. Promises were lonely roads, I followed you down like a map. Fuck you. Promises don't make friends.