i miss talking into the late night and not realizing what time it is. to be happily sleepy the next day, just to go through the same thing all over again. i miss my daddy taking my side in every argument i ever got into with my sister or my mom, except for that one time i refused to admit that the notebook was my sister's and not mine. i miss picking out the gray strands of his hair for 50 cents each. then losing it all back because i accidently picked a black strand. as silly as it is. as stupid as it is. im a broken faucet, you tell me.. i was never fixed to begin with, i don't think. faucets don't heal. and i dont know a plumper. so whats a drip drip dripping faucet to do? plain words. easy to understand. i dont think ive ever been so outright ..sensical. but mr wonka, he says even the wisest men are the most nonsensical of them all. i miss you. and you. and you. to live in a shell that's poked at everyday, but never visited.. it's no fun. all i want is nothing more than for you to hold me back when i try to run away. because i dont mean it. i dont. id rather not, but i do because i dont know what im doing. the love leaks over but no one bothers to scoop it back up. but i think im draining now. i suppose it's not normal to be a bottomless well. i shouldnt have tried to in the first place.
hello, goodbye.
