A part of me hopes that you thought of me when your bike hit the pavement. And when your leg snapped and the bone protruded past your skin and a sinking feeling was growing in your stomach I hope you thought of me and what you did. I’m not bitter about it anymore, and I’m not mad at you, I’m only mad at myself for letting it get so far. I’m mad at myself for thinking that you were a genuine person who wouldn’t do such a thing. I hope your recovery is quick so you can do all the things you love. And if you ever feel sad and alone and all those girls you fuck cant fill that void, I will listen and I will care. Maybe once you’re better you will see how much you meant to me. But, im not counting on it, or you, anymore.
A part of me hopes that you thought of me when your bike hit the pavement.
What is it about fire? So calm and peaceful but… inside, all power and destruction. It’s hiding something. Just like people do. Sometimes you have to get close to find what’s inside. Sometimes you have to get burned to see the truth.Tekkonkinkreet