god, that was strange to see you again.
introduced by a friend of a friend.
smiled and said ‘yes, i think we’ve met before,”
in that instant it started to pour
captured a taxi despite all the rain
we drove in silence across point champlain
and all of that time you thought i was sad,
i was trying to remember your name…

this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
tried to reach deep, but you couldn’t get in

now you’re outside me

you see all the beauty

repent all your sin

it’s nothing but time and a face that you lose
i chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
i’ll write you a postcard,
i’ll send you the news.
from the house down the road

from real love. 

live through this, and you won’t look back

there’s one thing i want to say, so i’ll be brave:

you were what i wanted
i gave what i gave
i’m not sorry i met you
i’m not sorry it’s over
i’m not sorry, there’s nothing to say

i’m not sorry. there’s nothing to save.

youwishangelfish:

Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.

imagine a world where no one was concerned with what other people thought of them