it pumps though my veins

I don't know what I want anymore. I'm so confused on what I want and who I am. I just want to cry and sleep. I am constantly tired and sleeping can't relieve this eternal slumber I crave. It's a strange thing-- looking back on them and seeing that you loved them. You loved them and you let them slide through your fingers. I should have fought for you. I should have cried. I should have let you know. I have this feeling in my heart that it's about to explode if I don't let this out. It's a deep tug and I feel the need to tell you everything. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I don't know how many times I need to say that to get you out of me. Out of my thoughts, out of my heart, out of my dreams. To stop feeling where your lips touched me, to stop just being a part of your past. I miss you. My tears hold your name. If you looked inside of me, you would see all of the places he touched me. You would see his fingerprints on my heart. You would see his breath in my lungs. He is in my soul. He is the little things I do. I see parts of him in everything. I want to crawl into your arms. I want you to stroke my hair as I cry into your chest. I want you. I cannot contain this. It's a wild feeling in my soul. It consumes my body and pumps through my bloodstream.

"She thought she met a dream
Or so it seems, so it seems
I spent some summer nights
Wrapped up in her backyard
Oh, I was so in love
And then I fell apart"
-Schoolboy, Grouplove


love, savannah