Somewhere in my closet, a box of memories lies.
Save yourself love; you are worth so much more.
I believe it has come to an end; this is farewell, my love the words finally ran out.
You wanted to let me go
You wanted closure
so you got it.
It’s a 2 in the morning, and that tequila bottle standing in the middle of the table is almost empty.
I hope it heals the pain that he caused you.
The absence of you is a curse and a gift.
You were there as a lover when I needed someone to sweep me off my feet. You were there.
Tell me, love, is it because I know you more than anyone else? Is it because you love the way you feel when our bodies and souls collide?
I want you to know that you can always choose yourself. I want you always to choose yourself first.