Mr. Blue

I've accepted that you won't understand. You'll never get it. You'll never truly believe me. You. Are brilliant. You know how to say things through text that other people don't even know how to feel. You're my best friend. Honestly. Seriously. You're a retarded douche bag and completely oblivious to yourself. Your words are gloriously tragic. I ve accepted that you'll never know or grasp how inspiring you are. You. Keep me sane. Undoubtedly. You tell me to be okay, and you're often the only reason I am so. I meant it. I mean it. I love you.