All my pictures

I don't know what to do. Do I take down your pictures? Do I stop reading our stuff?

How do I keep my fucking self from looking at your pictures?

I'm terrified. How do I stop crying? If I lost you... I'm not going to lose you. I may have lost you now, and you're right, n I don't see any other way.

Really what have I done? And for what? Is this what I wanted? And what the fuck do I want

This is not who I want to be.

I made you cry. I made you cry

Your heart

I did us wrong.

I'm tired of building on shifting sand

I just have to start.

I don't know how much to say, how much to not share, so that maybe I'll take it in instead of presenting it to you, and stop caring more about what you see than what I really am.

All my pictures are falling
from the wall where I placed them yesterday

I'll go be with my mom today
ill write tonight.