You said it wasn’t me. That it was just you and your mind wanting to explore. Wanting to search for someone new. Wanting new lips to kiss. New bodies to lay next to. New hands to hold. You said it wasn’t me. But I’m still here wondering, what the heck I did to make you run.
You deserve a love that reassures you that not everything in your life has to fall apart to make sense.
You’re no longer the space that holds me together, you’re the empty walls that tear me apart.
Just get through the day, this pain cannot be forever, this cannot go on eternally. And you just want to free yourself.
Here’s to the girls who are still learning that they matter.
I miss your presence. Just you being you. A hand on my back, lips on my neck. A smile in my eye line.
I’ve never heard anyone else talk about this movie, but it genuinely scared me.
As you frantically pray to any God who will hear you in your desperation, you are struck with a resounding gratitude for all that surrounds you
I can’t live in fear of an attack. I can’t control another person’s actions. I can’t stop living just because of “what ifs”.
“Trekking all the way to Manhattan just to wait in line for a cronut just isn’t as satisfying as taking a drive out to Montauk for the best branch of Ralph’s Italian Ices.”