Things I don't want
I don't want to be sitting here right now, listening to some girl strum on her guitar about white horses and less than perfect fairy-tale endings.
I don't want to miss you.
I don't want to see your framed photographs hidden in the corner of my closet.
I don't want to ever stub my toe on the couch again and think about how you would have rubbed it if you would have been there.
I don't want to think of the last time we were together, what a great time we had, how you kissed me and told me you'd see me soon and I squeezed your back hard when you hugged me and said in my head that I loved you. God, I don't want to think about that.
I don't want to think about October, when I'm going to be forced to see you again while I stand next to your sister on her wedding day.
I don't want to be thinking it should have been you and I up there and our families combining to witness everything we could have been.
I don't want to be knowing that everyone else will be thinking the same thing...except you that is.
I don't want to miss you.
I don't want to see your framed photographs hidden in the corner of my closet.
I don't want to ever stub my toe on the couch again and think about how you would have rubbed it if you would have been there.
I don't want to think of the last time we were together, what a great time we had, how you kissed me and told me you'd see me soon and I squeezed your back hard when you hugged me and said in my head that I loved you. God, I don't want to think about that.
I don't want to think about October, when I'm going to be forced to see you again while I stand next to your sister on her wedding day.
I don't want to be thinking it should have been you and I up there and our families combining to witness everything we could have been.
I don't want to be knowing that everyone else will be thinking the same thing...except you that is.