Sleeping pills, no sleeping dogs lie never far enough away. Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt. I've watched you slowly winding down for years. You can't keep on like this, now's a better time as any.
so sometimes its hard for me to figure out if he is serious. and i dont like being confused. i wish i could read him. he is so complicated. everything touches a nerve. which, il admit, is helpful sometimes. but im scared that im going to say the wrong thing and hurt him. bad. and even if hes not happy with me forever, i want him to be able to love someone, without being held back. god. i pray every night that it lasts forever. i try. so hard. i want this. so bad. im sorry. maybe im being stupid. im 15. what 15 year old dreams of marriage? "love is not a victory march. its a cold. and its a broken. hallelujah."
when i get excited i bite the inside of my lip. and when im with him, i get this awful hole on the inside of my mouth. i guess he should be happy with himself. (:
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