You never ask questions Because of your pride Or you just don’t care enough. I think that is the only question that needs answering.
I like the stubble on your jaw and your broken one-too-many-times nose. I like how good you are at telling stories. I like how your arms feel wrapped around me and when you pull me into your chest. I like that you’re ticklish. I like having you on my mind I like that I get to call you mine. …
You left me on read again You’re messing with my head again. I don’t know why I keep going back to you. Why I keep putting myself through this when it’s so clear that you hardly care. -Oct 2019
I wonder if your sister ever got married. I wonder what you taste like. I wonder if your friend likes his job out of state. I wonder how strong your arms would feel wrapped around me. I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if you remember the details of my life like I do yours. I wonder how…
Kiss me I want to forget that you’re no good for me. I know I should let the memories of you stay dead But they taste so sweet on my lips just like your kiss. -Oct 2019
Just when I think we’re finally done and truly through You reveal a part of yourself just for me. You say something that makes me wonder if we haven’t put each other through enough yet. -Oct 2019
You’re familiar and safe from vulnerability You give me all your time yet I’m still left feeling like I don’t measure up somehow. With you there’s no risk but somehow with you I still end up hurt. -Oct 2019
I have to come to terms with that fact that you’ll never own up to all that you put me through. You deflect it enough that I wonder if I’m losing my mind again with you. I’m trying to learn not to place the blame in dark places or wishing wells. Sometimes they’re one in the same but I’m done…
There so many Cliches for how people act post break up, here are all the ones I fell into. Let me know in the comments which ones you fell into! Posting on social media a lot I wanted to quickly start moving on with my life and put distance between myself and this chapter that had just ended. Visually…
My door was never open to you. But all these years you’ve camped out in the front yard. I’m not taking you back because I never called you mine. But I’ll meet you outside my door. -Sept 2019