I’m not the kind of girl that just picks up and leaves. I’m the one who will always let you know that I’m going. I’m the one who is patiently waiting for something inside you to make sense of everything. Waiting for you to make sense of me and find the simple truth hidden in my complex words.
Deep down, I’m hoping you’ll realize that what I have for you is as real as it gets. I know that I say the same things over and over again. I pick at the same scars over and over again. I keep telling you that I’m going over and over again. This is me dying to feel you all over again.
Even though I have no choice but to leave, I’m still wanting to know if I’m leaving anything behind. If there’s any chance left for love to make it back around. The truth is, forgetting is like cutting out my own heart. And even if I’m gone too long, even if I’m 5,000 miles, a part of me will always be the girl who loved you.
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