Just Come Back
I don't know what it feels like to have a broken heart. I wish I did sometimes. Apparently I have broken the hearts of others, and in a way I feel jealous of their pain. I want to know what I'm missing. I want to know that I'm capable of feeling that much. Sometimes I doubt that I am capable of feeling at all.
I end relationships because it doesn't feel right anymore. It doesn't make sense anymore. The feeling isn't there anymore. You made me so happy for so long and then one day it's gone and I've moved on and you haven't. Why haven't you? (Why have I?)
Just friends never works for me. I'm doomed to live out the rest of my life alone and on the internet typing about my lost loves and lack of interest in life. Passion...in anything...would be my savior. I love to write, but I can't anymore. I have no clue what I want to do with the rest of my life and no I idea who I want to do it with. I disconnect myself from the world maybe because I'm afraid of doing otherwise.
Alone again in the mid-early morning wishing you were here, but knowing I'd ruin it if you were.
I don't blame you for not putting up with me, I blame me for my confusion and for bringing you into it.
I know this story isn't over, but I wish I could put it down for a while.
Run away.
Spend some time alone but not.
I can't stand be alone but I can't stand being around people.
Contradiction.
Anxiety.
Loneliness.
I guess it's true that you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else.
I haven't even figured me out yet. I'd rather focus on you or anyone.
With all of that said I need some time away from you, but there are a million things I'll miss.
Just to name a few:
Your smile
Your hair
Your nose (and what goes up it)
Your music
Riding in your car like it's a differnt world
Going to farms in the middle of the night just to make me happy
Lightning storms
Dorkiness
Talking in ...
Your tatoo
Your jaw
Your clothes
Your smell
Your hands covering mine
Your c(ockiness)onfidence
Your hold
The way you can always make me smile
And I you
...I could go on forever, but I won't.
Goodnight for now. Maybe tomorrow I will find another outlet for my emotions when I'm less intoxicated.
It doesn't change the fact that I meant every word I said.
Love ...
Always