i have become worried about you.
i remember when you used to look
right through me like i was this
transparent curtain and you just
wanted to see out the window. but
i love you and you are falling here.
my dear please don't tell me not to
be self destructive when you are
slowly dying every day. don't tell me
i'm better than that when you know
are breaking my heart every minute.
remember when you'd walk through
me and i'd be the beads that hang
from your door? because i remember
you telling me i'm beautiful and i
deserve better. you are better. be
that way for me if you can't for you.
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