I miss you and I would like to rationalize it.
I find artifacts of your existence when I clean my room.
When I roam the island that we both made beautiful.
When I look at sad people, When I look at happy people.
They all point somehow to you.
You made me happy and I had to let you go.
To prove something to yourself.
To make other people proud.
Will it hurt you that I am not proud.
That I see you doing it just for yourself, or your internal desires.
Remember what I said, don't think about me.
Please don't think about me.
What I want is not important.
Sarcasm gets the point across with you.
And that's why I love you.
Of course I sit unoccupied, unentertained swimming in despair
unemployed loser sitting here on the computer,
constantly thinking about you.
wishing you where here, knowing you won't be back for a long long time.
I think today might be the plateau of missing you.
Cause I'm tired of it.
you're off in some self/country created hell.
so am I.
I'm a loser, I don't teach anymore, why the fuck would you wanna stay with me.
You wanna get married by 25 but you'll be sucking sams cock until 28.
go marry isabella phillipina and make the farm happy.
I'll be living it up thinking of you fucker.
thinking of you