butterflies and hurricanes

sometimes i’m so lost without you, i find it hard to understand. inside i still feel my heart race at the thought of you. sometimes. it’s harder than others to keep moving forward. sometimes my reality fades into the other…and the dream holds the bad safely away. but it is a dream that was too hard to make real. sometimes i know it could have been everything, sometimes i’m absolutely sure it could have been so much more. 

oh fuck this, what is the point, it only makes my insides twist into a knot…and i hate the way the tears flood my eyes. why even think of you at all???? if i only knew

but i just can’t think about it

sometimes