Your heart is so loving, so beautiful, so kind.
There’s not a single day now that goes by
That you’re not on my mind.

You’ve touched me in ways I’ve never been touched before.
You’ve touched me, yet you’ve never actually touched me before.
By that, I mean my soul felt found, as it’s always been lost.
I understand that putting yourself out there comes with a cost.

I am so thankful you exist and that our lives somehow crossed paths. I will miss seeing your smile; I will miss hearing you laugh.

My heart is bruised, my stomach in knots.
Many other people are shooting their shot,
But my basket is moving, swerving all of the *****.
I’m no longer interested in entertaining others;
I hope one day your heart calls.

You live rent-free in my head.
I think about you 25/8—if that even exists.
Who knows? You could be my soulmate.

I’ll never forget you, and boy, I don’t want to.
I hope one day you’ll let me love you.
You’ve made a dent in my brain the size of a crater.
This isn’t “goodbye”; this is simply “see you later.”

It’s not your fault.
12 days of knowing you; I practically love-bombed myself.
I should know better, that’s a me problem.

At least you were honest.
We barely know each other.
I can’t judge you at all.
Yeah, it still stings, but that’s a me problem.

Do what you want.
Do what’s best for you.
I’m a hopeless romantic; I crush too easily.
That’s a me problem.

Words are just words. I’ve always been gullible.
I clearly built this up in my head.
That was silly of me, but that’s a me problem.

I can’t have double standards.
Apparently, I still need to grow.
You knew her before I even existed to you.
That’s a me problem.

It’s not a big deal, even if my brain tries to make it so.
It’s valid to be disappointed and hurt.
But I need to remember, that’s a me problem.

I’m so stupid; You’re single.
You’re not committed to me.
I can’t be upset with you for just living your life.
That’s a me problem.

Truly, it’s no big deal. I’m fine, really I am.
You’re allowed to be happy, and I want you to be.
Don’t worry about me; that’s a me problem.

Words are so pretty, so beautiful, so addictive.
I thought we were on the same page, at least that was my perspective.

But words are just words; they have no meaning if the actions don’t match.
Our connection was so powerful; it was hard not to get attached.

Why do I do this every **** time?
God, my brain is so dramatic; I feel like I’m going to die.
Every word you said suddenly feels like a lie.
God, I feel so silly; shut up, don’t cry.

It feels like my heart is in my stomach, no air in my lungs.
It was going too well; I knew I shouldn’t have taken the plunge.
There’s a reason for the saying “too good to be true”.
Why did I think there was an exception when it came to you.

I finally thought I found what I have always been searching for.
Turns out, when one door closes, sometimes there are no more.

No more windows, no more doors to open, I mean.
Which at first I thought was fine, because for once I felt seen.
But it’s not fine, not at all; now I’m stuck in the house.
It’s burning; it’s on fire and I can’t get out.

You held the match and at first it was keeping me warm.
Now she’s at your place and my heart is torn.
The flames are spreading and I can’t find an escape.
You said “talk to you later”, but I’m worried it’s too late.

The warmth now burns and it’s starting to cause pain. Now I’ll be up all night overthinking; won’t be able to calm my brain.

I understand you’re lonely, but you’re not the only one. I won’t judge you for this, but I hope you know what you’ve done.

They say a crush is just a lack of information and now I’m starting to think that’s true.
I got attached to your words and your potential, but I’ll never know if any of it was the real you.

The house is on fire and burning to the ground. It was silly of me to imagine what I’ve always been searching for was finally found.

Maybe the signs have no meaning
Maybe there’s no lines to read between

Maybe my soul needs something deeper
Maybe I’ll never find someone who is a keeper
Someone who fills my cup
Someone who helps me up
When I’m down.

Small talk and pointless conversations, I can’t take
Maybe I should just give up
Maybe my needs won’t ever be met
Maybe my standards are too high
Maybe I’ll never find the right guy

Am I asking too much?
Wanting deep conversations until dusk.

No I’m not mad
No I’m not upset
I’m just disappointed that you may end up being just like the rest.

Yes you’re sweet
Yes you’re kind
So please don’t make me change my mind

I feel so stupid for picturing a future so soon
When I’m still a caterpillar still in her cocoon
My growth is continuous
Although I feel like an emotional mess
I’m only a book half unread

I know I’m just overthinking and in my head
This doesn’t matter and it’s not the end
It’s time for me to take a step back
And realize I’m just being over dramatic again

I’ll just surround myself around those who care
And forget about the fact that I wish you were there

Maybe showing no emotions is the way to go
Deciding to hold back and never show
Stay silent and let them come to me
Then maybe I’ll see I’m worth something

This isn’t over as it’s only just begun
We are a love song that has yet too be sung

On day one, you say hello and let me get to know you. As you start to talk, I become intrigued by you.
On day three, things already progress. We talk in ****** phrases and I picture my head on your chest.
Day four, you make me feel like this could be something real. I see what I hope to have the rest of my life, I wonder how you feel.
Day five, I start fantasizing what it’d be like to be yours. All I want to do is talk with you more and more.
Day six, I do something impulsive and book a flight. The things I am starting to feel for you, I just can’t fight it.

On day seven, I start to question:
What if this is too good to be true?
What if you’re red and I am blue?
What if you decide that a lilac sky isn’t for you?

Maybe you’ll be my favorite sunrise and I’ll be your favorite sunset.
It’s just so strange I feel this way when we haven’t even met yet.
You smile on camera and I can’t look away
My oh my, I just hope you stay.

This could be the brightest love or the hardest heartbreak
You whisper my name as we stay up too late

Where did you come from? Where have you been?
I’ve been waiting for you to arrive; Please, love, come in.

Your smile brightens my world
I look for you in the night sky
You’re now my own personal drug; I’ve never felt quite this high

My mind’s thoughts are now only of you
Your lips, your eyes, and your dreams too

This could be the brightest love or the hardest heartbreak
I want to know every inch of you, no matter how long that takes

These thoughts just keep coming, visions of you kissing me. This turned into something quite effortlessly.

The way I’ll feel when you’re standing right there
Another vision starts and now you’re touching my hair
I look up at you and you look down at me
For the first time in my life I’m not afraid to be seen

You’ve re-sparked a passion that’s been hidden within me
How did this turn into something so naturally?

Your mind is a maze that I can’t wait to forego,
Finally, I feel as if I am home.

This could be the brightest love or the hardest heartbreak
If it is the latter,
Let me die before I wake.