You love the girl with long brown hair and a beautiful laugh that could stop every man in his tracks, and I can’t compete with her.
I wish you could see the way you look right before you kiss me and how at peace you look in those few seconds. I wish you knew how amazing you really are.
I want to hide nothing from you.
Don’t give pieces of yourself, and of your heart, to people who don’t genuinely plan on loving you with every ounce of themselves.
That’s what I am. Regretful.
I needed you to abandon me so I could learn that the sky isn’t always beautiful shades of light blue, but also the deepest shades of black.
I had forgotten what breathing fresh air felt like. I had forgotten what it was like to prioritize my own happiness.
Loving someone is giving bits and pieces of your heart to someone who may not appreciate the gesture or care enough to replace those pieces with pieces of their own.
I was lost in you, and that made me more sure of who I was and what I wanted.
I was a person who lived to please the one she loved and fuck being that girl because she will never be happy.