Pain.

I won't tell you it's gonna be okay; I can't ask you to move on. All I can do is sit here, right here and share silence. What you have is what can't be shared; the pain. I'll let you suffer and that's all I've got to offer.

An old draft.

Whatever we said to each other and everything that meant the world to us; the silence, stolen kisses, moments up against the wall, sharing food, staring at stars that fall, words said, promises made, the home we dreamt of, the world we wanted to tour; They don't mean shit now. Remember when you said you'd … Continue reading An old draft.