He’s the one you want to fall asleep next to every night, because when you feel safe you sleep soundly.
Some stories are hard to tell, but I am learning to speak.
I’ve found the one that is determined to let me live without disappointment crowding my corner, he clears the cobwebs and kills the spiders.
4 years. 48 months. 208.571 weeks. 1,460 days. 35,040 hours. Not a second I’ve known what to do without you.
I told myself 2018 would be the year I stopped fighting for people that didn’t want to stay. I never planned on you being the one that wanted to leave.
You couldn’t have done anything better.
I won’t bad mouth the one who broke their heart.
She doesn’t accept excuses, but second chances are not hard to come by.
I look around and see the kids I’m growing up with and I know I’m not meant for this generation. Disrespect of self and others is at an all-time high. Morals are disregarded like last weeks trash.