Underwater madness slipping into a haze, drowning and choking in repugnant nostalgic thoughts.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

You know what truly aches? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out.

You can obsess and obsess over how things ended—what you did wrong or could have done differently—but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.