nights aren’t as quiet as they use to aren’t they?

but are yours ever quiet? 

excluding times i was involved 

studies are harder

its senior year you’ll get further

however much harder when I’m all over your homework

you can’t even run to the one you adore

how dangerously foolish you were to grant me with the context of art

we were so close yet so far

so shinny yet so tarnished

the thoughts of me down the altar altered the way you live your life

now you seek remedies as if you don’t need me

but i’m every book you left

i’m every oxygen you breathe 

your choices will haunt you till you’re bereft

that one; where you choose to leave

now i know every one of your wish

i know every time you feel the need

i know nights where you cannot sleep

i know who you’ll be thinking once you get that degree

i know you fucking miss me