hal

dust collects in the part of my heart

where you used to lay

you used to bask in my spirit,

you didnt exist in life.. you lived it.

anything but delicate.

wise with good advice

that you never ceased to give

untill other people in your life

became more important.

now we are mere ghosts in eachothers reality.

i dont think if my eyes landed apon you, i'd see.

mister is invisible to me.

once again i'm 15 and he dont know me.

it's funny, relationships sometimes.. how you start off as strangers

and in time.. you become what you once were..

a stranger to the other when you were once their lover.

i went from being

"the best thing in my life."

"the girl who keeps me wanting to be alive."

to someone who played a role in your attempted suicide.

now i know its pretty obvious,

who inspired this, who inspired this.

was hesitant to share this, but fuck it.