here's my second chance. lets hope i dont need a third.

i care more about the dog that lives across the street from you
but these pages always seemed to be filled up by you.
and when they're not, it feels like they should be.

so maybe i'll give this empty white space what it wants.
maybe i'll write you off over and over again
spend my whole life hoping that maybe one day you'll realize that you aren't better than me
its a goal
the lights tell me i shouldn't be outside.
but my heart tells me i shouldn't be here at all
im leaving soon
not soon enough for some.
for me, i can't decided.
i just feel a little better every night like this, because they make the words for into something more than sentences.
they become more reliable than you ever were

<3