Pouring over photographs, I'm livivng in your letters. Breathe, deeply from this envelope it smells like you and I can't be without that scent it's filling me, with all you mean to me...to me.

I rip my heart out to give to you, alone it never did me any good. Hold me close, wash my mind, destroy the me that lives inside.

"Turning to you is like falling in love when you're 10..."

i could / never / swallow your false ideals / of a lifeless / happy ending...