We ( i ) coexist

Fuck.

I was really hoping that this wasn't going to go where this is going
You're empty and i'm empty and we can fill each other up, I can grow you a forest and give you arms to write on.
I think what i'm trying to say is i'm lost, I haven't seen you in a while and I have nothing to write about

this scares me
                        I
                      don't
                      want
                      you
                      to
                      be
                                            that

important.
And I hate you for it, but when I say I hate you I don't, and that is what I hate the most
I'm fucked up, thank God I have my daughter or i'd be more insane.

I'm laying my skin out for you, I'm always layered
but i'm laying myself out for you.
I'm disappointed in myself, I'm normally so much stronger than this,
than all of you, and all of this
 I wish I was more comfortable in my own skin and that I was comfortable with the thought of letting you go.

When I decided that I had to write today I was really thinking it would be so much better,
this all sounds so much better in my head,
 for some reason, lately I just  haven't been able to use words correctly.