Dreamer

“How am I supposed to stop thinking about you when you’re the only thing ever on my mind”

“I would do it again, you know. Ask you - for your name, for your number, for your favorite food and color, for the last time you cried and for the first person who broke your heart. For all that it’s worth, I‘d never give away the privilege of having met you.”

“I’m still trying to pick up the shattered bits of myself Although I can’t quite seem to put them all together Some bits of me are lost in you, pieces that will no longer fit There are times when you cross my mind and I can smile at the times we spent together And nostalgia doesn’t hurt There are other times, still, where I can’t seem to get out of bed and your face is imprinted in my head And nostalgia is a knot in my throat I’m tired of writing about you, trying to make sense of your absence Trying to find a meaning in this loss, when I know there is no meaning at all The truth is, that love came and went It was there and then it was not”

You don’t want to talk to me anymore. My phone screen lights up and it’s never you. You aren’t excited to see me anymore. I’m trying to get used to the fact that it will never be the same again.

“Immediate replies turned to you taking hours, hours turned to you taking days. Until one day there was no reply at all.”

“you deserve the world and im sorry i couldnt give it to you”

I actually had a chance and I think that’s what hurt the most.

“They’re out there, somewhere. I promise they exist. There’s someone out there who’s going take all your baggage and unpack it with you. Someone who wants to know every happy memory, every dark thought, and every crazy story. Someone who’s going to love you so much, you won’t remember what it was like to feel broken. Someone who’s going to be worth the wait.”