She didn't giggle wildly & blush when she saw him.
Nor did she chalk his name on trees
or write it on the walls of the kissing bridge.
She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time.
A kind of sweet, hurtful ache;

WE WERE SO CUTE

&& there’ll always be those awkward

times when we look at each other

&& remember how things use to be

OH HER?
I'd lie for her, cry for her
take a bullet and straight
up die for her because
duh... she's my Best friend

Find myself glancing in your direction
during class. and it makes my heart
jump all over the place when i catch
you staring right back.

She finally gave up...
She dropped the fake smile,
as a tear ran down her cheek.
&& wispered to herself,
"I can't do this anymore."

People always say best friends will
trade the icky green popcicle for
the yummy pink one, but that's not
true, because my best friends say
screw you just eat the dang thing

She kisses everyone goodbye
And waves her middle finger high
They're never gonna mess with her again

Honestly I didn’t mean to cry so hard
The heartache was pouring in like rain
I didn’t mean to show I care.

Hello friend! (having fun pretending i dont exist anymore?)

She was a real girl.
The kind who loved everyone,
& remembered everything.
She wanted him so bad,
but he had already left.
He was scared of her.
She had always broken him.
But she needed him.