it’s gotten to the point that when I miss you, I know you don’t miss me back 
I know there is a lot more shit that you care about more than me.
I am ok with this.
just please stop pretending that you feel the way you used to about me
because that hurts the worst.
lying about girls, lying about plans.
I was so fucked up before I met you, I thought maybe you would be good for me.
but I have cried way too many times, over things I don’t think you realize.
but I put on a strong face and try to act like it’s all ok,
because being with you is honestly worth whatever shit I go through in my head. 
I know you would be better off without me, and I think my mind would be more sane without you.
the chances of my heart ever letting you go are quite slim.
and I know you will leave me, no doubt soon.
Surprised it hasn’t happened yet.
you know how fucked up I am and you know you could do better.
I don’t like being a burden to you. but leaving you would kill me.
I joke about it all the time because I am trying to prepare myself, trying to make this all ok. To practice.
A heart can only be put through so much.
you haven’t told me good night, or that you loved me in two days.
it’s just a hard thing to come to the realization of, that we are coming to an end.
even as much as you could deny it, your feelings have faded.
I just fucking miss you.. and I love you more than you know..