Teenage Memoirs.

I wish you would have never made me feel good about myself.

You have and always will be the only person to understand me.
That is why this sucks, we passed into that stage where we can no longer be just friends.
I gave you every part of me, and we talked of love.
We exchanged sentimental gifts that we could hold forever, but that’s not real.

I thought it was, but it wasn’t
I want to go back so I can have you back
I didn’t want to say goodbye
but you have to be alone.

I’m almost home.

I mess up everything

I get why you never want to come home to see me.

all I have is your guitar pick and the taste of your mouth in my mouth

Just like a bee to protect I would sting and just like a bird to soar I would sing

I shouldn’t be so conflicted about everything

Because really we are all just creations of God and descendants of monkies