Okay so I’ve had snapchat for a day and I’m probably gonna go to hell or prison or both… I’ve been sending random shit to someone I thought was my mate but turns out it was actually another random Tom, the latest was a box of kleenex man-sized tissues with the text “Nice profile pic ;)” and omfg DOES ANYBODY KNOW A GOOD LAWYER!?!?!
I never knew you kept a half-open copy of Wuthering Heights,
On a desk beside your bed, underneath those fairy lights.
I never knew you wrote me letters, emotions waltzing on a page,
Formed by words unspoken which you kept locked inside a cage.
I never knew you owned a copy of Brand New’s Deja Entendu,
Which you listened to repeatedly whilst I walked away from you.
I never knew you had it planned down to the final word,
To be spoken by your graveside on the day you were interred.
I never knew the truth behind the summer smiles and masquerade,
Which you plastered over cracks as your mind began to fade.
I never knew that you were losing your own internal war,
As I said goodnight that final time and gently closed the door.
Now it haunts me in the midnight, as it must have haunted you
A melancholy lullaby… I never knew, I never knew.