Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
Listen, hear me out, even if I don’t get a reply back I want you to at least read this, listen to what I have to say, even if it changes nothing, even though I wish it would. Apart of me still thinks there is something left. To me there is, because we both loved each other correct? And I don’t think you should be able to just stop loving anyone. I certainly cant stop loving you. A piece of me still thinks there’s a chance you’ll miss me and we’ll go back to being together. I had so much more for us than the almost 9 months it was. I know you’re going through a lot, and I tried to help and I’m still trying. But apart of me is saying that this is end. That we’re over, for good, that I cant lay with you and watch shitty movies or laugh at things I think are funny and you think are stupid but you just like to watch me happy or take walks around my neighborhood or plan adventures. I thought we were going to last longer than we did because god do I love you and I hate the word “end”. I don’t mean to tell you all of this to guilt trip you into dating me, even though I know you wouldn’t anyways. Its just late and I think about you the most when im trying to sleep and my head wants you to be here even though that wont happen. Just, remember I love you okay. And until your new girl wont let you talk to me you can always call me like you used to. Goodnight, sweet dreams. See you tomorrow.
I thought that if I take medicine, you’d be there. I thought that if I cry at 4a.m., you’d be there. I thought that if I slit my own skin, you’d be there. I thought that if I light cigarettes one after another, you’d be there.
Where were you
Where were you