i'm immature and miss u


i smile every time i talk to you | like, really smile. i don’t even think about it. i can’t place when it starts, but feel the moment it stops.

So now i’m here

uncomfortable with everything i should enjoy.

Everything’s soured since i left | you left,

but i’m too far from what i want

and now i’m too aware of 


  • stuff
  • myself
  • happiness
i feel like we don’t really talk anymore 
and it scares me