jacob-bishop

You remind me of every mistake I was too afraid to make. I don't know where this leaves me now. This is like standing in front of your living room window and watching all the seasons slip by in the course of a moment. Forever gone in less than a second. I don't know if you've noticed yet, but time simply makes everything seem fleeting until we've already forgotten what we promised we'd never forget. It's funny how selective our memories become. How the past clouds over until it's nearly impossible to distinguish the shapes of the feelings that were once so familiar or the outline of your smile—the sound of your voice. It all fades. Then

i am yours out of habit but habits can be easily broken

so here's the thing: you're not you and i'm not me and we're not us. and all i know is that this is heartbreak in the worse way since right now i know i can't have you but ohdeargod please i really do want you. and maybe everything is a circle so i'll get you or will be okay since life goes onandonandon or is about to completely destroy me or is just...done with. complete. over. but one thing i know is that it is november and i am so so sick of saying goodbye to things i love. but it's true that everything good has an ending and this is mine.