not good enough;

I don't understand why to my mother trying my hardest to get through the day, to remember to breathe and accept the heartbreaking fact that the boy that meant the most to me isn't coming back is not good enough.

just listen;

 

warfare;

I think it finally hit me today. You were my first, the person I waited for. We were at our most vulnerable, our most breakable position; I showed you all of me and you, I and this how it turned out.















Doesn't it hurt you too?