everything was about you, and sometimes i remember how that felt

 dear frankie,
everything was about you, and sometimes i remember how that felt

i used to listen to these songs in my bedroom thinking about you. right now, i still think about you. not in the same way as before, but for some reason the songs still hit the same. save me save me save me i really was in love with you wasn't i? it doesn't matter it doesn't matter it doesn't matter not even a little at all. please don't bring up those stupid things you've told me. i never want to relive you like that again.

16, clumsy and shy

 all of the things I've been too nervous to say always end up spilling from my tongue. the words are sour with stomach bile i have to refuse to spit back out. i want these words to punch my teeth out. i want them to fall out and spell out apologizes like alphabet soup. i just wish i didn't regret everything i say, even if it is true.

tragic girl

 sometimes i feel so hopeless i can't even write about it. you're the only person who receives those pathetic messages of mine i can't even post online. i wish i even had half the guts you puke up when you drink too much.

"i want you to think that i don't care

but i feel sorry, and you're so pretty

you start to cry, and i kiss your mouth"