The End.

I could be an expert on co-dependency, I could write the best book on underage tragedy, I've been spending my time at the local liquor store, I've been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor, So I sit and wait and wonder, "Does anyone else feel like me?" I'm so over dosed on apathy burnt out on sympathy.

{And I know the way I left wasn't fair.}

I can't remember if it's Thursday or December. I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers and bottles on my floor. My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgiveness. I don't think I'll make it out alive. So promise me that you'll survive to bury me. Just empty all the alcohol and chronicle the chemicals, but don't forget the cigarettes. Remember every ember. Alright, I admit that past few months were broken and abused. Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken words that kept me so confused. Maybe we can get past these addictions, but the bodies piling up are a whole other story unless your stomach's strong enough. Hell, maybe we can just pretend that this recovery won't depend on moderation and in the end the same routine won't leave me dead. Just empty all the alcohol...or baby, we're dead. Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide through kisses laced with cyanide and one last look through blood shot eyes. I guess this is what they call killing yourself in small doses.

{I hope the piano plays tonight, because something about the notes flying around our heads makes everything a little more magical.}

{you were all I ever wanted. and I was all you never wanted. just someone to fall back to every once in a while, someone to play head games with. someone to hurt.}

When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

& when i first met you, I never would have imagined that I would have such strong feelings for you. I never would have thought that I would have dreams about you, or miss being by your side, or get butterflies in my stomach when someone mentions your name. When I first met you I never would have thought that I would love you.

{I am writing graffiti on your body. I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.}

It's been a year filled with problems. But, now you're here, almost as if to solve them.