Thunder storms could never stop me
I hate how you can come back into my life like you never left.
It kills me.
You kill me.
You make me feel like i'm not good enough for you so you need to have more people are.
I need to get you out of my head, I know I could do better.
But i'm a hopeless romantic, just like you.
Isn't that what you used to tell me when we held hands?
When we would kiss?
I hated seeing you last night.
I hated the fact that I was excited to see you.
I crave your sleeping body next to mine more than any words can express. As I lay in the dark, in a cold and empty bed, I think of all the things I want to say to you, all the things I want to scream at you, but never will.
Two stark words come to my mind when I think of where you have left me. Two words that I will never utter to you because I love you and because I hate you. I can feel the words rotting in the back of my throat, sitting on an explosive foundation of hot tears that easily erupt when I think of you.
I keep thinking about the way you used to be, the way we used to be, and when the reality of today hits me, I feel like I have just suddenly fallen out of my bed, blinking my sleepy eyes into the light with confusion and disassociation.
My God, if you only knew. I pray with disbelief, I pray to no one, but I pray nonetheless that this sadness that you have induced upon me will wash away. But I feel that the more I try to wash it off, the more I rub, the deeper it spreads into me. And in the shower, of all places, my tears evaporate with the hot steam of the water, and I shudder out of loneliness.
It kills me.
You kill me.
You make me feel like i'm not good enough for you so you need to have more people are.
I need to get you out of my head, I know I could do better.
But i'm a hopeless romantic, just like you.
Isn't that what you used to tell me when we held hands?
When we would kiss?
I hated seeing you last night.
I hated the fact that I was excited to see you.
I crave your sleeping body next to mine more than any words can express. As I lay in the dark, in a cold and empty bed, I think of all the things I want to say to you, all the things I want to scream at you, but never will.
Two stark words come to my mind when I think of where you have left me. Two words that I will never utter to you because I love you and because I hate you. I can feel the words rotting in the back of my throat, sitting on an explosive foundation of hot tears that easily erupt when I think of you.
I keep thinking about the way you used to be, the way we used to be, and when the reality of today hits me, I feel like I have just suddenly fallen out of my bed, blinking my sleepy eyes into the light with confusion and disassociation.
My God, if you only knew. I pray with disbelief, I pray to no one, but I pray nonetheless that this sadness that you have induced upon me will wash away. But I feel that the more I try to wash it off, the more I rub, the deeper it spreads into me. And in the shower, of all places, my tears evaporate with the hot steam of the water, and I shudder out of loneliness.