I hope you heal, but I hope you never fill the void. I hope you find happiness, but it’s laced with thoughts of me. I gave up the world to only ever end up a sliver of yours. You left me over, and over and over and over until I finally had you and then you left me like just like you did before. I should have known better, that was my bad for thinking you could actually love me. I hope the moments you’re sitting next to eachother in the car and she’s drinking her coffee that all you can think about is how I don’t like coffee. I hope it stings for the rest of your life knowing you came back into my life, healed parts of me and then left me more broken than you found me. I have no malice towards you, but I hope I’m stuck in your head like you’re stuck in mine.
