trite
11:49 a.m.

I let you inside my body.

Maybe it was months ago.

Maybe I should move on.

Maybe this is trite.

All I really want is to be in your room again, laying beside you on your bed. Laughing. Being silly. Watching movies with you again. Listening to your records. Wishing I could live up to it all.

I'm still wishing I could live up to it all.

Godammit, I'm pathetic.

I just miss talking to you. That's all. And I can't even say it to you, because you wouldn't understand.

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