this is me.
this is me picking you up and putting you on the back burner.
Ive tried like you tried although you're not trying anymore, its like the summer time in the rain, the clouds on a sunny day, you ruin me. You ruin me like i ruin you and maybe this is for the best as if we care what that even means. 10 years from nowhere and we're still 13 pretending like we still have time and nothing left to lose but i lost you that day just like you lost me from the beginning. i kept telling myself this is the way its meant to be but not even i believe that. i never have. i'll run from you on this day like i should have done all along but we both know ive tried that and we're still 10 years running from each other but both in the same direction. i run from you as far and as fast as i can but your running the same way only 20 meters to my left, you run faster to escape this, as do i, but i'm tried. im tired of pretending like this is nothing or that it'll all be okay in the end but you and i both know this isn't fantasy. or a love story. or our fairytale. this is real life and the reality is, if we dont get this right, no one will fix this for us, like a broken piece of glass, we wont be glued back together. you need to do something. or me. but we're both as useless as each other. so i sit here and write and write and write until the planets collide as if it would make the slightest difference, as if my words would kiss your ears like you should have kissed me.
if only this meant a thing.
