I’ve spent most of my time thinking that if you showed up at my doorstep asking for forgiveness with eyes heavy with regret, I’d finally manage to find the courage to tell you to fuck off, but the truth is, I’d just hug you and tell you that I forgave you a long time ago.
It’s like that line from that one movies, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, that says, “We accept the love we think we deserve,” and your love always felt like hell.
I’m not that same kid you met all those years ago, but my heart has always had a special place for you and my mind fucking hates it, but I guess it’s whatever. I hope you know that I’m actually doing pretty damn great w/out you, but if I’m being completely honest, I’m still searching for people who use to be just like you so I’ll have some peace knowing you won’t be a demon forever.
I hope you’re changing for the better, this time."Demos are always dressing up like angels and you had the prettiest wings." -9:28 p.m. - I wrote this about an old friend. (via lipstickstainer)