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Dearest DearDearest Dear,Dearest Dear by ~RosesFM
I feel this is something I ought to get off my chest.
You've started to become...
How can I put this?
Someone I cannot tolerate?
It's harder than you'd think to put these words to paper.
I've become so far accustomed to writing other people thoughts
I think I'm beginning to lose the ability to write my own.
It's really quite tragic.
But that's not the point.
The point is that...
That I think I've forgotten why I loved you,
And I can't really decide if I'm that sad about it.
It's like you're a phase I'm finally over.
It's odd that I don't feel more in this position,
Everyone says they saw it coming anyway,
I think I'm only hu

WiresNo dear,Wires by ~RosesFM
No you don't have a problem with change.
What you have is far, far worse.
You have a problem with those wires in your head.
They're all knotted up,
Stretched and tied tight,
Pulling so hard they're tearing and breaking.
Each move you make,
Everything you do,
It's just making them worse,
And worse, and worse, and worse...
Until you snap,
The circuits are broken,
And bits of you shut off;
Rationality,
Self preservation,
And sense.
Yet when those wires touch again,
You're back to normal.
You say you have a problem with change.
I say you're wired wrong.
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