crappy writing entry #2

every single night i rot in my room, on my bed i lie

i wonder if you think of me. maybe youre hoping i die

but no matter what it would be about i wouldnt really care

i miss you so bad from the scent of your clothes to your hair

my sweetheart has moved on, i feel like my life has come to an end

you werent just my lover but also my bestest friend

i know you arent ready but im sure that i can wait

its worse to know youll love me never rather than to know youll love me late.