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.
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
She's learned to hold all her feelings inside until late at night, and cover her mouth with her hand so no one hears her. She's perfected her fake smile. And she's been taught - oh so painfully to build her walls up high, to keep everyone out.