I've got some imperfections.

[sheisyours]

When you quit something, like smoking or drinking or cussing. Or people. The only way to do it is cold turkey. None of that less and less each day bullcrap. You've got to make a complete 180 degree turn.Otherwise you'll keep smoking. You'll drink again. You'll swear. So that's what I'm doing with you. Dropping you, cold turkey. No more of this letting go fifty percent. No more thinking of you. No more you. And at the time, when I was deleting you, when I was blocking you, when I was yelling at you--it felt good. I wanted to hurt you the way you had hurt me. I didn't care. I didnt think that in a few hours, or a few minutes, I'd regret it. Even if only a little. I didn't think that your voice would be the only one I'd want to hear. I didnt think about that. Because I knew that If I did, I wouldnt do it. I would not have the guts to quit you. You were something I never wanted to quit. I used to have panic attacks just thinking of the day when there would no longer be an Us. or even a You. Now that day is here. It's there. Right there. I keep thinking of that one dream I had. Where you left me for someone else. I keep thinking how I woke up in tears; I think of how I called you and cried to you. I think of how you reassured me, and I think about how my heart will always hurt with the mention of your name.

You would be disappointed in the girl I am now. I know I am. I miss you.

That's what it all comes down to.
And I'm so tired of missing you.
And if I can't make myself disappear
I'll do the next best thing.