You don’t miss his hand. You just miss having a hand to hold. You don’t miss his lips. You just miss having lips to kiss. And you don’t miss the way he held you when you were hurting. You just miss having someone there for you.
It’s not your fault. It’s not you. It’s just that, she’s the kind of woman who smiles at thunderstorms and laughs at lightening. You’re the kind of man who goes inside. She’s the kind of woman who runs into the rain, and you’re the kind of man who puts up his umbrella.
You weren’t the one for her. The right one. The right person. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be the right person for someone else.
Wonder when it’s going to go away. This big black hole that has turned into your life. Wonder how people survive this. Wonder if you will die of a broken heart. Think about how that might be easier than living.
You get anxious when this person doesn’t text back. Communication is already lacking with this person, but when you ask to hang out and they don’t reply for a week, you should start questioning the seriousness of this ‘relationship’.
Your goals drastically change. Now, you can focus on yourself and your success without anyone weighing you down. You become to driver of your own life.
I wish I could be
the kind of girl that doesn’t trip
over her own two feet.
Fill your glass up
with something bubbly
that takes away the empty.
Be the one who stays. The one who doesn’t feel the need to lie. To roll the dice. To play the game. Be the kind of person that means what they say. Be the kind of person who doesn’t go.
I don’t know
what it is about you
that makes me
feel so insane.