boxes
can i please look at your pictures? if it doesn't make you feel too bad can i still cry over all that happened? and listen to our songs in the car? so we may dance one last time and rest my head on your shoulder say “i love you” never again, say “goodbye” to your friends.
can I still wear your clothes? can i still put them to my heart? and cry over the things that happened, and how we fell apart.
can I still think of you that way? even if you don't think of me like that, or will it make it too awkward. that you still bring me a smile.
because it feels like i'm in your head, and I'm packing up my things, putting them all in boxes, and taking them with me. like I'm putting out candles. like a fire that doesn't burn but it still smokes, and it smells of wood and you.
and I still think of the sideways that we used to walk ana i still think of our town and the places we talked about.
i'm so sorry, that distance worn us down. we both know how hard it is, to keep up with the miles. I'm so sorry, that; had to leave that dag. believe me i still feel your lips and your arms around my neck. I wish it all were different, I wish we were the same, i wish there were something we could do, but there is not. and I know it's not my fault, and I know it isn't pours, things are just like this, and God plays cruel games. I'm putting it all in boxes, I'm putting it all in boxes, but I just want to know. do they still mean anything to you? do they still mean anything to you? has all feeling gone away? does it mean anything to you. i'm so sorry i'm so sorry i'm so so sorry.