The good things don’t feel that good and the funny things aren’t so funny …because I can’t share it with you.
I feel like half of the person that you came to know because I lost a piece of me that I’ll never get back.
It’s hard going through the days halfheartedly. I count the hours until I can shove my face into a pillow and close my eyes, because I see you in everything.
You were wrong when you said I had nothing to lose. I had everything to lose falling in love with you. I’d like to believe it meant as much to you as you meant to me but maybe I am just a fool in the end. I truly believed we could be something more one day. And I almost hate myself for it because it hurts so fucking much for letting you in.
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