To you

Thinking of you is exhausting
yet still I can't seem to put it to an end
what we were, nothing
what we were, everything
I don't need to tattoo your name on my skin
to have something to remember you by
those bruises you made already carry your name
and they'll never leave my mind

I see you in my sleep
wish it wasn't a dream
I want to hate you
that thin line between love and hate
turns out to be you

you you you
fuck you


- J