I don't know what size my heart is, OK?
and i am not really sure what I meant by that,any of it...especially the last part.
tell me things
like the time you fell apart
in the back of a cab
your first time in the city-
in 1990
if I was a puzzle:
i would be all the middle pieces
and you would be the side ones
missing.
And i hate sitting on the creepy end of the aisle
during frightening movies.
One day you will love me the way
you are longing to,don't worry about it.
I guess I did what I did because:
i miss you every second
when im sick
when i feel brain dead.
even when I feel selfish.
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