I think she's caught between who she is and who she wants to be.

He wants to say I love you
But keeps it to goodnight
Because it will mean some falling
And she's afraid of **heights

Today is the day when waking up single gets to you more,
You acknowledge the fact that you have no one to buy you gifts,
No one who lies next to you at night listening to your *******,
The day you realize your single. And that's okay.

Rather not call it Valentine's Day.
But call it Single Awareness Day.
The one day where the fact that your single is okay.

Back then you were the only thing that made me happy,
We hung out,
Snuck around,
It was some sorta sixties love kinda thing,
Then one day. ****. It was gone.
It ceased to ever exist again.
I still miss you.
But you're happy with someone else now.
I have a new guy in my life.
Just know I will always see you.
In Him.

Roses are red,
Violets aren't blue,
Violets are violet,
Not ******* Blue.

You were in my dreams again last night, your lips were sweet and your eyes were bright.

You looked at me, my eyes were sad, you were whispering that life without me had driven you mad.

Our lips were touching, but it was barely a kiss. My voice was trembling, spilling all the things about you I’d missed.

Your touch was warm, your hold was strong, the smell of your skin reminded me of what’s been gone for so long.

You could see the pain you left inside of me, but last night, in my dream, you retaught me how to breathe.

We danced for hours, our laughter growing loud, and when you pulled me back in, you twirled me around.

We created a world, only we could see. Full of memories, and forgiveness, and “let’s start again”s.

Your words were spinning illusions in my head, letting me believe things that were never said.

Like the countless times those words “I love you” stuck on my tongue.

But it was all just a dream