Wild Free Life

A soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest, but the one that makes you feel the most. Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.

A year ago, when I told you I still loved you You told me you felt the same way So I asked you why you had broken my heart so brutally just a few months ago When you knew that I was so in love, and so fragile that I could fall apart any second And you simply said, “Forget about that. People change.” So I forgave your unspoken apology because that’s what I always do Forgive, forget, continue loving you as if it were the end of the world And we were happy again for some time And you promised to make everything right Until, a few weeks later, you had a quick change in mind And you left me again, in tears outside of your door, where I screamed your name so many times that it began to sound foreign on my tongue. But I still loved you And I blindly held on to your promise Because the idea of “us” was the only thing that convinced me to keep breathing But four months later, when I told you I still loved you You laughed and asked me why I was being so pathetic And let the dial tone ring in my ear until that was the only thing I could hear. So I guess what I learned is that promises don’t mean shit when they come out of your mouth Because every nice thing you said was just a lie that was meant to be as painful as a bullet through the brain And, like you said, people always fucking change.