i remember when fire drills used to be fun.
when break ups didnt hurt.
and when a phone call lasted fo(u)r hours ending in "you hang up first"(s).
if my tears were acid.
my pillow would no longer exist.
i wish i wouldve saftey pinned our hearts and hands together.
when we were together.
it wouldve been much less painful then what you put me through everyday.
standing beside me. -knowing that im not okay.
what would a writer or a poet be,
if they couldnt feel anything?
(nothing).
not being your best friend was killing me.
i couldnt let you go so easily.
and replacing you..
well lets forget everything.
yourprincessofbrokenhearts.
theirprincessofriots. {for GC}
