simple-things

Loving you was like watching a sad movie, I knew how it’d end, but it still broke my heart anyway.

You see the worst in me and you make it better with kisses and clear bandaids. As you trace my scars and smile gently, I am learning to love them as much as you do.

If I try hard enough, I can almost imagine it’s you instead of them.

Let me pretend we were more than we were.

You are sunshine-personified and I am just another weed.

Is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met?

No matter what I do, I know you’ll never see me the way I see you.

I’m not sure if I actually miss you or just the memories.

I just want to spend my time with you.

I don’t know when it started, but now I can’t stop thinking about you.

I thought I was finally over you. I really, really thought I was.

Is this what heartbreak feels like?

How can I make you mine?

What do I have to do to get you back?

Is she prettier than me? Funnier? Nicer? Smarter? Please, just tell me what convinced you to choose her over me.

I wish I was red hot with anger, tears evaporating as soon as they hit my cheek. I wish I was a nonchalant gray, not caring in the slightest. I wish I was filled with black hatred, never wanting to set my eyes on you again. I wish I was bitter, cold, and sickly brown, closing my heart off to the world. I wish I was anything. Anything besides what I am. Tears staying crisp on my face, my entire being wet and sloppy. Everything sad and blue. I wish I didn’t want you back.