Love?

I don’t want to be sad anymore.

Eventually you’re going to learn that you can’t look back.

“I feel like broken glass; I keep desperately trying to put myself back together but none of the pieces fit. I try and I try until my hands are raw and bloody, praying for a miracle and getting nowhere.”

I never thought I’d be in this situation. Begging someone to love me, even if it’s just pretend.

““Let me stay tonight" I whisper. "Let me stay and relive the past two years in 24 hours and then I promise to leave. Let me bask in your cologne one last time. Run my fingers through the back of your hair. Trace the stubble on your jaw. Let’s cuddle until our legs are a tangled, sweaty mess. Hold me like you’re being struck down with the realisation that you’re falling in love with me. Watch me as I drift to sleep and mumble about how much I loved us. Let us feel it all again, and then I promise I’ll leave when the sun comes back around. And I won’t take anything but our memories””

I woke up to your face this morning,

“Fool. To believe the lies he spews at 12am. He does not mean it, I promise you. Silly. To be there for him in the dark times. He would never do the same for you, trust me. Insane. To keep coming back to him. He will never change, believe me”

“I just came to the scary realization that I’ll never stop missing you.”

I can't think