Maybe we are still meant to be
I begged to read his mind. I wanted to know every thought that ran through it.
I wanted to shoot the comfort into my veins, like a drug. I wanted it so badly.
I think about the little things I should’ve picked up on before. The things that should’ve pointed me in a different direction.
Many years, I’ve relied on the New Year, to make me feel better about myself, to make me stop doing dumb shit. But, the truth is a year doesn’t change you, you change you.
Happy is something I won’t feel for a while. It is something I’m going to have to gain back. It is a feeling I will have to search for, like when you go to a wedding and wonder how you’ll ever find the perfect one.
Drunk on silk sheets and stale air, You needed someone, I needed you