yesterdayyx

dear boy, well, the phone won't stop ringing and the baby's still crying. but you are no longer the fourteen-year-old scene boy i fell for. you cut off your hair and you’re now almost a man. you are almost nineteen. you leave lights on because you like wasting perfectly good things like electricity, time, and love. it's like setting a house on fire and just walking away, not watching the beauty in the flames as they twirl. i can't say i'm much better though, because i always want what i can't have. it's lunch time and in the cafeteria line-up, i'm beside the head cheerleader. i look at her tray and say, "i want what she has" because she