Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
I woke up, it was 7
I waited till 11 just to figure out that no one would call
Weep for yourself my man, you'll never be what is in your heart
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
Days swiftly come and go, I'm dreaming of her
I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known
We don't need no education
I'm a rolling thunder, pouring rain
I've lost a part of me, tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
Back to the street where we began
1 Year
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And I'm still in love with you.
I'm still stuck in this endless loop,
waiting and hoping and wishing
for something I won't ever have.
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And every song reminds me of you.
I keep pressing skip,
hope that I'll find one,
one that won't make me cry.
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And I haven't gone a single day,
not one out of all 365,
without thinking about you.
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And you're still my best friend.
It hurts to say that I'm okay with it.
God knows I wish it was more.
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And I'm scared it's been too long.
I'm scared that this will be the end;
the end of our friendship,
the one I worked so hard to have.
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And God fucking damn it,
I love you.
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And I miss you.
I could be sitting next to you,
and still,
I'd miss you.
It's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And now I'm in too deep.
1 year is too long.
It's such a long wait.
But it's been 1 year.
12 months.
48 weeks.
365 days.
8,760 hours.
12,614,400 minutes.
756,864,000 seconds.
And I'm still waiting.
Perfect
Her laugh broke the silence. It was a quiet laugh, one that was used to cover up tears, one of exasperation and pain.
"God," she muttered through the laughter, "is it really that impossible for someone to think you're perfect?"
"Yes, it is, because I'm not. All you see is what you want me to be," he replied sadly. She wiped away the tears hastily and looked up at him.
"Why would I see you as an imperfect asshole then? I know that you're a complete dick, and that you're not the most attractive being on the planet, but that's the point isn't it?" she rambled. "You're not perfect, but perfection is just an illusion! The definition changes with every person!"
"I'm not perfect, and I'm not the same person you fell in love with."
She gave another heart-wrenching laugh. "I know," she said with a sad smile, "but I can't stop loving you."
She turned to him fully. "You're my best friend. You are the most important thing in the world to me. You mean more to me than-- than Harry Potter! Than all my fandoms! I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you! I--" She stopped, her voice breaking.
"Just-- thank you."
And with that, she got up and left.
Trust
Trust is everywhere. It's in a teacher telling a student to get their homework done, and the student saying they will. It's in a parent telling their child not to do anything they regret as they leave the house on their own with some friends they've never met. It's in a young girl finding a friend in a boy she took interest in, with his promise not to leave her when she's at her worst. It's her heart yelling at her that she can't fall in love, it's too soon, and it's her heart believing her when she says it'll be fine, she can handle it. It's the girl handing the boy her heart and trusting him not to break it. Trust is everywhere, and it's the cause of our demise.