Putting on your makeup everyday before he wakes up so he could stomach your face now easier than he could without I'm worried that the purpose is how I look, not how I lived let's get dolled up and play pretend cause nothing stays honest when every thought is cursed with intent a pulse covered in skin and words covered in lips The taste of regret as it leaves your stomach coating your tongue with every noun watery eyes the only thing that makes sense now
This morning, I woke up with a broken heart. It was awful. I had an amazing dream, when I woke up I was happy for a moment, but then realized that it was just a dream.
I dreamt that somehow I had become friends with brandon again. I don't know what it was. But he lived with his parents still. It was snowing. Since we were friends I was staying at his house. His girlfriend happened to be there also. But his family hated her. I was cool with that. I don't remember all of the details, but I remember that there was this moment where I was asleep, in my dream, and he laid next to me, but I pretended to be asleep. He whispered that he loved me. It was good. I was happy. Then he broke up with his girlfriend for me, and we were together. I don't think I've ever been so happy in my whole life!
Then I woke up.
The whole time I was getting ready this morning I contimplated calling him. In the end, I decided that it would be best if I didn't. After all, the last time I called he was too busy, and never called back. I think I should have gotten the hint.
I don't think I have his number anymore anyway.. I had to delete it from my phone so I didn't do something stupid.