Something

Your face is still the first thing I look for in a crowd.

All I want is somebody who doesn’t find my heart too heavy to hold.

I'm surrounded by people and yet I've never felt more alone.

And please, above all else, be kind to yourself.

Let me be clear, I do not owe you anything.

I'm tired of being with other people and pretending it's you.

Don't make yourself smaller for anyone.

You used to be a rose, but now all you are is thorns.

Here’s to all the words I never got to say, here’s to all the memories we never got to share.

And yeah, it fucking hurts to know how little I meant to you.

Here I am trying to think of a million beautiful ways to say that I am lonely— but this is not beautiful . This is pain, and suffering, and sadness, and loss. This is loneliness.

We all miss a thousand different things for a thousand different reasons, it hurts to know that I’m not one of yours.

You had an empty heart. You were a loveless lover.

And so I drink, I drink until the bottle is emptier than I am.

I'm a mess that nobody wants to clean up.

And here you leave me, an empty shell of who I used to be.