You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.
I don’t know, it’s just that I’m here and she’s there. In your bed. Where I used to be. And I try not to care. Sometimes I don’t. But then sometimes I get this pain in my side. Maybe because that’s where you held me? I don’t know. I don’t know much of anything these days. Other than I hate you. But I don’t. I hate the absence of you. I hate the feeling I have now. I hate missing you. Especially because you don’t miss me at all. I didn’t know I wanted you until I didn’t have you. But now you’re all i want. Especially because you don’t want me at all. And I could keep this rant going for days but you wont see it and no one will care so why bother.