pineappleastronaut

When I think of you, the painful memories and broken promises flood back to me. When I think of you, the outbursts of anger I get haunt me. I am too much like you. Our coversations dodge what needs to be said. Instead of speaking on why you left, we speak on our favorite movies. Just like this, instead of saying how I feel, I'd rather cover it up with a laugh and a joke. I am too much like you. To think that I got too angry once, to think that I tried to hurt someone, it scares me. I am too much like you. You may not be the source of your own anger, but yours has molded mine into something that cannot be controlled. I gues