It's who he was. This hit it on the nail. Even though it's been years i still can't let him go. Even though he's moved on and let me go with no after thought. But its time and I'm done breaking my own heart.
I am so bad at letting go, but I guess i am a pro at letting it hurt. With you, I've been letting it hurt for a long time. I love you and I want to be with you, but I can't and you dont match my effort, but I can't muster the strength to let go
no one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes who smell like smoke, who tastes like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems and so many sad dreams - nikita gill