leaving behind.

You.
3am, love songs, tears, emo rants, chocolates.
smeared eyeliner, waterproof mascara, broken heart.


we're fighting more than we're loving.
we're yelling more than we're talking.
we're frowning more than we're smiling.
we're throwing things more than we're giving each other things.
we're forgetting about all the good, and remembering more of the bad.
We're turning to what we both feared from the beginning.

second chance wasted.
I miss you more than I did when we were closer.
It is taking its toll on me