to wake up and there it is
these days i am searching for cures to a broken heart and try as i might, over and over to my disappointment i keep re-tearing pieces i've been working so hard to fix.
so i'm sorry if i repeat myself, because i promise it will all be better soon and i promise i'm not trying to torture myself. i need a change and as i am scrambling to pick myself up, i need to stop stumbling over the little things.
and then it's just, i miss the little things.
and maybe i need to learn to stop fighting.
so let's keep being honest and i won't hold back how i just wish there were a way to put this irritation of a heart tight in a box until it's healed again.
so i'm sorry if i repeat myself, because i promise it will all be better soon and i promise i'm not trying to torture myself. i need a change and as i am scrambling to pick myself up, i need to stop stumbling over the little things.
and then it's just, i miss the little things.
and maybe i need to learn to stop fighting.
so let's keep being honest and i won't hold back how i just wish there were a way to put this irritation of a heart tight in a box until it's healed again.