neptune

when is it that i start to stop thinking about you on the reg. 

when is it that your face becomes blurred and I can't really remember what your favorite pizza is. 

i'm starving for the moment when i can't hear your voice in my head, and when you become a distant memory. 

i want to replace the amount of times that your name pops in my head with anything else on the planet; 

screaming babies, gargled blood, leaves burning in july.