by zebrasindenver

I don’t write this for you, you will never read it.

I won’t write this for me, as i don’t care for it.

I write this for those that will read it, for they might understand it.

As even i don’t understand this love, this confusion, this happiness.

Hahaha, we write this often, we laugh at each other, with each other,

could this be the purest love i have ever had.

With no need to fix these problems, as we wear them on our sleeves,

one cannot lie to their best friend.

I cannot hide from you as you judge me as just a friend,

but fuck me like a drunken lover,

oh the times we are having, honest and true,

 pity we are broken and neither of us holds the instructions of reassembly

but then again

aren’t these pieces more valuable as a mosaic than as the original image..?