i'm a melancholic, so here's a little something i make when i should be studying

it's too late now i guess:

to say that it's never been about looks, i hope you knew that.

it was just a really wrong time.

i was a really reckless human.

and  a really bad liar.

but it's too late now.

i wish i knew how you felt.

felt, as in past tense, because i still live in those rare moments.

and the present me can't let go even though it hurts.

and my eyes are blind to the hopelessness.

and even though it's thin, i'm still hanging by a thread.

i don't know how strong it is,

but i'm still here.

i want to be saved, but at the same time, heck;

just seeing you happy makes me happy.

so smile away, dove.

i don't want to burden you.