I was sentimental about many things. Empty train stations. The sound of your smile. Destroyed skin. Broken facades. Lonely hearts. Strangers in love. Walking through the rain. Thinking of suicide. Sleeping together. The pain in my chest. Two people walking together. The moon in a black sky. Nights of smoking and drinking. Tears on words I wrote. My hands playing with yours. Feeling your breath on my skin. Being in a parked car together. The loneliness in my heart. Unmade beds. The smell of fresh laundry. Painkillers. Dead leaves in the wind. You screaming my name. Me trying to forget yours. Eyes filled with tears. Driving through the night. Raindrops running down windows. Vintage book stores. Hair in the wind. Making people feel good. Listening to sad music while being sad. Blood on skin. Birds in grey skies.