I wish you were here to make me look younger.

Sometimes I miss you. And my life.

Even the ones that you bring me in the middle of the night

I wonder: Am I suffocating or are you teaching me how to breathe?

And im thinking maybe thats enough. Maybe I should stop now. Maybe I should be careful before you take away all the life thats inside me. I always disappoint you. I always disappoint all my lovers. Its my fault, I should've warned you.  

“I’m sorry that I’m both your umbrella and the rain.”

 I really am...