you want me to forget you - okay, forget me too

i don’t know what to feel anymore. i feel like a goddamn weirdo being upset over this. we were never together, never a thing - why do i feel like a lovesick teenager?

i feel like a shell of myself. i miss the person that i used to be. 

don’t paint me black, when i used to be golden

it’s fun getting your heart ripped out. okay, i’m being rather overdramatic here. it was always lust, but this still hurts. i wonder if things would have been different if i met you earlier.