it's one in the morning and i cant stop thinking about how you used to comb your hair back when you thought no one was watching. you were sweet and innocent then, unpossessed by the darkness of your past, but lifted in the brightness of your present. when you woke up to stay alive until tomorrow instead of falling asleep with the hopes of never waking up.
i miss how your eyes were green and bright. they’re hazel now, dull and colorless. they say the drugs are what changed you but you and i know that you didn’t change. you just gave in. you just gave up. you just found a sweet girl that would hold your hand while the rest of you fell apart. you left because you knew i’d try to put you back together.
it's three in the morning and i hate that i wish it was three years ago. when my eyes were dull and my blood vessels were broken but your eyes sparkled and your touch seemed to heal all my wounds. i hate that i loved myself more when i was broken because when i was broken you were happy. because when i was broken..... you were happy.
