To early morning chirps, I awaken, Tangled in last night’s sheets. Remnants of adrenaline fuelled moments Evade my grasp, slipping through my fingers, Fleeting in and out of my tired bones, Worked heavy.
But the truth is: you’ll find someone new to make memories with.
There are corner coffee shops with mugs in every shade of feeling where you will read the paper and pretend that you’re in Paris or Spain and sip too strong coffee as you learn to be alone.
He doesn’t love me enough, you muse, with sadness so crisp that it could turn tears into snowflakes.
They say it takes 21 days to break a habit, but I can’t seem to quit you.
The first time you said that you loved me, I believed you right away.
Do you need that? Do you want that? Question yourself. Reevaluate your definition of love and the kind that you deserve.
One day you’ll know it’s a longing feeling of a love that you don’t have anymore. A love that you wasted and threw away.
You can dream, dream big, dream ahead. And all that dreaming will now focus on you.
I still love you with all my heart but I think it is time to take two steps forward.