I have a friend who refuses to get a pet becaus ein the end they die. Maybe it's the same with relationships, I don't know.

September saw a month of tears, and thanking god that you weren't here to see me like that. But in a box beneath my bed is a letter that you never read from three summers back.

Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you? Because I wouldn't believe you if you said the same to me, near death, last breath, and barely hanging on.

I wish I would have had the nerve to ask you to stay.

She softly told you everything, she never knew you didn't care, break her heart again, smile and prepare for all the words she screams, give her a reason, anything but silence or the truth.

So I'll hold my breath until my heart explodes, 'cause this is how it is, and this is how it goes.

And I'm sharing a drink with a memory and a laugh with an empty seat. Do you still look the same? Will you still look at me the same? And I'd rather be fighting with you than sleeping here next to him.

Oh, don't worry bbabe, you didn't break me, you completely destroyed me.

If you called my name, do you suppose that I would come running? Do you suppose I would come at all? I suppose I would.

Tell me you're not okay, and you needed me all along.