I tried hating you, I deleted everything of you out of my life, while in the process losing myself.
How did we end up so far apart when we promised to always stay together?
Art is flexible, it can become anything.
But they deserve love too, the girls you just fuck.
They say it takes 21 days to break a habit, but I can’t seem to quit you.
You’ll end up needing, longing to hear his voice.
I know you always said “I love you” like a promise you couldn’t keep.
I don’t want constant anymore, I want a real life – a living, breathing, changing, imperfect, and scary life.
Hope is for those who can see the challenges of overcoming the impossible and decide to do it anyways. I still have no faith, but you gave hope.
I promise to make it work with you.