this thing was the reason I met you
and you are the reason I wrote the words
and it is the reason we are ruined.
It'd be funny if it wasn't so pathetic.
I'm guessing that if you looked up jealousy in the dictionary- there would be a picture of me.
I miss these entries.
They were the only thing that used to keep me sane.
This is relevant. This is me.
This is what I couldn't say to you.