I used to love the thought of you. My whole demeanor would change. It still does but its not the same.
I hate that I can go from high to low with a picture of you.
I hate that the memories that once left me grinning wide now leave me trying not to cry.
I hate how things have changed and it feels like I’m to blame
You’re the one who screwed up, you made the mistake. But you make me feel like I’m trying for your sake….
This is not my fault, I’m not the one who fucked up.
I hate that you make me feel like I did.
You’re the one who decided to give up.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate you I just really hate what you do.

I’m over you
I am
but sometimes when I’m in the car late at night
I look outside the window and I think of what you’re doing
If you’re out with your boys talking shit
If you’re at a party with a beer in your hand
And I like to think that’s what you’re doing because I know that’s not really what you’re up to
You’re on the phone talking to her about hoping you guys stay together for a long time
You’re on a double date with her bowling or some shit you used to do with me
You’re wondering if she’s wondering about you
And I’m here still peering at the sky wondering when my stars are finally going to align
And shuffle decides to put some clichéd song about missing someone who’s missing someone else and I wonder if you wonder about me sometimes
I wonder if you look out of your car window and look at the moon and wonder if I’m looking at her too
(via gwavyyy)



the whispered “oh my god”… the look of of humiliation on the childs face… the brother is tired

lmfao I am both of them at the same time