pieces.

i was supposed to let you out of my life.
but youre nice to me.
and you go on as if you didnt answer yes.

i know most dont understand.
i know you sure dont understand.
but to me. you cant do that.
and expect for me to feel the same about you.

arent there any good moral people anymore?
really.

not a fan of the way ive been writing.
its dumb. not what it used to be.
everyone is tied up into everything.
but ill remember. that if i stop.
my soul will start to type.

remember when you were trapping me in the bathroom?
i threw the door open, with all my body weight.
sent you into the wall.
remember that picture? the one in that room.
i look small. and i am laughing. i am holding my hands close to me.
youre looking at me. youre laughing. one hand up near your shoulder.
i think you were pulling back. i dont remember what we were doing.
probably hitting each other or something.
but we were happy. thirteen years of age.
i want that back. that part of that back.
not the feelings.

i miss my best friend. youre there.
but its not all of you. i want all of you back....