i keep looking for the slightest sign that you might miss what you left behind.
but you don`t do you?
I've been lonely tonight. I've been fighting the urge to
text him and tell him that I miss him. I don't want him to
know anymore. I wonder if he even misses me at all.
It's easiest when I don't see him, I won't deny that. But I
just want to be able to see him without it hurting. I don't
want him out of my life forever; I don't want him to me
even when you think your finally over that boy,
you finally think you like someone else,
you start reading quotes,
and it's still that same boy that pops into your head,
not the new onei was falling apart enough with you around.
now that you're gone,
i don't know what to do with myself.
i hope you're doing well.
i hope you're happy.
but most of all,
i hope that you miss me too.
she's the girl who's always laughing her ass off with her friends.
you walk past her and think,
"wow she must really be over me."
but no, she's not over you.
she wants you, but you never gave her a shot.
she's not faking that smile.
she's happy, but with you? she'd never stop smiling.
I just got off the phone with you, sure, I cried.
But I did what I had to do; I had to say goodbye.
Everyday people look at me and they see someone strong.
But say his name to me, and you'll find out all that strength is just an illusion.
Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone, but they will keep floating back again and again and again. They circle you like sharks and you are bleeding your fear into the sea. Until, unless something, someone can do more than just cover the woundyou hear me?
♥