Train Wreck I am the train wreck. I am the passengers that died in the crash. They were all different versions of myself. When I was smiling, laughing beside you. The passenger, oblivious to the fate that lay before her. The passenger that would have been okay with dying like this. With you by her side, trapped in an eternal smile amidst broken bones. I am the passenger that sat alone, by the window, calm. The passenger, that wanted to always remember this moment. Of blue skies and grassy fields. Of loneliness behind eyes reflected in the window. Of the familiar sensation of loss. I am the passenger that wanted to die. The curious child who couldn't stop the thoughts. Who wanted to feel something more than #life could offer. To know what happened after death. Would I find you in the dark? I am the passenger who couldn't stop thinking about crashing, Up till the moment I did. I am the train wreck. But you were the driver.

What Does Time Do What does time do for people who can't control their dreams at night What about places If new footprints overtake the ones you've left behind Does it mean you haven't been there What does time do for the broken hearted Who never got the chance to tell others how they really feel

This hurts more than you think. I once saw a #quote, "the saddest goodbyes are the ones never said or explained" and I think that's true for us. It's not your fault or mine; it's ours. It's the theory of causation, the theory of #life fucking us over. You were the most important person to me and you still are. It hurts because we can't look at each other's eyes anymore. You are my adolescent nightmare, the reason I sworn myself to loneliness. You are the lure of temporary happiness, the reason I cry myself to sleep. I said I'll never miss you, I guess you'll never know. I merely wished I held your hand tighter when I still could. You were my only exception, you broke all my rules. I'll never feel the same way about anyone again. I wonder if you cried. In some way, I know you did. I hate that I'm the reason for your tears. I hate that you're the reason for mine.

- Because if you had never let go You'd know that she would have stayed on

Goodnight No one really ever falls asleep after they say goodnight They lie in bed and stare blankly into the darkness Thinking about all the words they should have said And all the ones they did And slowly Tire themselves out With regret