#i miss you
sometimes i wonder how many times you thought about giving up on me
probably more than i could ever bear to hear
please don’t fall out of love with me
forever doesn’t sound so scary when it’s with you
i don’t hate him i just hate the memories that come with him
i made you a playlist and you made me a promise that you broke
tell me when and where and i’ll be there
always
it took me long to finally understand that you didn’t just not know how much i was hurting, you simply didn’t care
Anyone else feels alone all the time?
If you want to talk to him: go ahead
Dial his number and press call
But when he feeds you the same lines again be careful not to fall.
Life’s too short to worry.
Does he miss me?
Or did he move on?
But if you find out he does miss you, be careful not to fawn
If you’re still in love with him; that’s okay.
Just protect yourself from the games he plays.
Don’t let yourself break
Don’t let yourself fall.
But by golly if you want to see him, Just call.
r.t.
when i tell you i cried… literally this is the only run bts episode where yoongi wasn’t there
5, 4, 3…
It was five, five before you would find your time had long run out at the end of the line, and with a rushed goodbye be wisked away with both of us wishing that you could stay.
Four, on the floor, as I searched once more, all my studio apartment, for your charging chord. To be the hero one last time; to see that awestruck look in your eyes, and make one last worry dissapear in time
Three, had to be, you and me and he, not allowed to get to close, but still wanting nothing but each others company. Sneaking hand holding in the back of the car, as we shot across distances, however far.
Two, me and you, black and blue, torn up from a day that hell had surely grew, but both of us knowing what yesterday knew. Just how to get through this, when it was just me and you
One. Second to none. A number infinately more than zero, but only by a small sum. The amount of days left together. We will spend it on the run. Or we’ll spend it in the sun. Thinking up all the things we should have done.
Zero, back to five, I wish you didnt have to go. But you’ll miss work and school, I know, I know… But I’ll still be tracing the outline of your silhouette, and I close my eyes as it grows quiet in my head. And I’ll dream of you, come on you stupid sheep. Five four three two one… Sleep.
I fucking miss you a lot
I wouldn’t be with me either
You know what sucks about sorry? It’s the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.
