Value.

I am not worth it to you and you refuse to admit it because of some strange reason.

It will just hurt more.

Far.

How much further can you push me away until you’re done? Am I out of your life when you’re finally happy? How much more do you need to detach from me before you can say you’re ready to be in a relationship? That’s exactly what will happen.

Thoughts.

When you get drunk, do you think of me?

When you’re high, am I on your mind?

When you’re sad and upset, who clouds your thoughts?

I hope it’s me.