Bruised hearts are the best kind.

it feels good.. sorta scary to still love you this much.
i'm scared, i'm scared of myself.. i'm scared of feeling this way forever..
i don't know where to take this..
sometimes i want to cry, scream at the top of my lungs--
i love you and i don't know what it means.

it wasn't too long ago, we loved, made love, held hands, shared laughs and tears.
why is it that it can never be the same?

those cuts, those cuts i see on you... did i cause them? i didn't mean to i swear. i'm a bad person. i'm scary. i'm scared.

my tears flow as i write.. i cry and i can't deny anything. you catch me quiet.. with no words..
i wasn't unfaithful. i was stupid. forgive me. love me.
no. no.. No.
hate me, for i am your cause.

that special little place in my heart aches for you.. but i don't know what to put there..
i never wanted to hurt you.. i never wanted to make you cry.. but why did i let it happen?
why did i let it all happen.. now i'm in a haze.. in some world i can't get out of.

i'm leaving your world, i leave forever. i don't want to come back. ever. ever.

i think i deserve this. i think i may die. please kill me.
i think i die.
i die.