......idk

I always plan on writing good posts,

But my heart’s never in the right place late Sunday nights.

And it’s hard to listen to your heart when your ears and heart are so far from each other.

So I write upside down so the blood rushes to my head,

And I put my hand on my chest so i can feel something.

my heart knows I’ll fall for it every time:

Making me think we had something one minute, 
then leaving me the next.

And I think you did something to my heart-But not in the heartbreak kind of way, because I never did love you. And after all you put me through, i still hope you're doing better than me.

 I’d love to see the size of your heart,

      And if a heart affects the size of a heart.