I Write Because You Exist
call me the reflection in mr. ross's mirror 'cause i don't write sins, i write tragedies.
i've always thought that your hands grip my heart but now i know they squeeze my neck, controlling my life and death, every inhale and exhale of breath.
yes, the moon and i have more than loneliness in common.
we've both loved and lost.
though maybe i could learn a thing or two from the moon.
love (,) me.