I hate sleeping alone.
I hate sleeping alone.
I think I’m going to go meditate.
Send some good vibes.
But is there any left over love?
No, I don’t think so.
I don’t think so.
I believed in the future, and if anything, I regret not rolling over and holding you tighter when I dreamt that you killed yourself.
It breaks my heart, it really does.
Always believing in the good in people
You make my heart shake and jump and light up, a lot like the way that your body jerks up and down rhythmically when you laugh, and how you were like a ray of sunshine whenever I saw your god-damn face.
I could never hold all of you
I just feel like there’s a lot of highschool drama up here, and I don’t know man.
Sometimes I wish I had my friends from back home with me, or that I went to the other school that I was accepted to.
Sometimes I just feel really lonely, especially because I’m really shy and I can’t change that, because people give me anxiety, and it’s hard for me to get out there, and meet people and make friends.
I feel like I need more friends who are on campus, but I’m a difficult person to be with, and I’m annoying and ugh
I think I’m going to grow my hair out, and if I don’t, you can all punch me in the face.
Am I studying?
But I am singing along to every Les Miserables song EVER, so I mean I’m being kind of productive.
I want noodles, and I want someone to cuddle me and watch movies with me
I hope that you stumble here into my secret place one day, because I know that you know where it is.
I hope you see all the words that I wrote, and the stupid poems,and stupid letters, and I hope that you read until you start bleeding, and you can’t breathe, and your throat is raw.
I hope that you read, and you read, and you read, and you feel. My God, do I hope that you feel.
I hope that when you’re done, and you’re not sure about where home is anymore, you call me. You call me and you tell me that it’s alright, and you forgive, and you can finally see the bottom of the deep dark ocean that we drowned in.
I hope that one day, you find the rusty stairs to my heart, and you tread lightly, and you feel the same things that I do.
I hope that you find solace, and humanity and heartbreak and forgiveness in the words that I have dedicated to you,
and I hope that you tell me.
My God, do I hope that you tell me.
I just played out in the snow storm because FUCK EXAMS.
I LOVE THUNDER BAY
I write you these letters, and poems, and dedications in hopes that you read them.
That you stumble upon them one day, and you read until you can’t breathe anymore.
I write them in hopes that you come here when you’re angry or you’re sad or happy, and you find them, and you read, and I don’t know.
I write in hopes that you will see, and you will forgive.
Forever writing about you.