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lean on me

the closeness. the tease. the lingering of your smell over my head and after you've gone. i don't say 'uh huh' anymore, maybe because there's no one left to laugh at me about it. i reluctantly lapse into these bouts of nostalgia. billou asked how i could forgive what transpired between the both of you, and he offered an answer. very simply, that i was still in love with you. nothing's real right now, other than the fact that you'll always be this distant. you probably don't even know that i care. or you're just avoiding it - the drama. it's not like you care. it's not like i'll tell you anything.

but there is one thing that i will tell you, and that is i'm done with my essay now at 4 in the morning.

“lean on me”