writings for em

I know how it feels to breathe in someone else's kiss, to drown in the intensity of being needed by someone distinctly not you. I now curve my body to fit someone new. (Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can still feel the once-upon-a-time of your hands ghosting my curves and your lips outlining my body. But once upon a time I believed in fairytales.)

I was told once that if I was thinking about letting you go, about setting my memories to rest, then it's time that I do. So I did. (Loving you is a feeling I thought I forgot. But why do my dreams feel so real?)

Shame on you for breaking my heart. Shame on me for thinking you could break me. (Shame on us for letting it go this far.)

You got my hopes up and watched them come crashing down. (I set my expectations too high and you couldn't live up to the man I thought you could be.)

It's funny how, looking back at it, most of the details we fought about are blurry and forgotten. Maybe they never mattered. (In my head, everything is always better than it was. I make up better stories to replace the bad memories.)

Tomorrow is another day without you. (Tomorrow is just another day without you.)