I'm one of those girls, That keeps a note pad by her bed, Lays awake all night just thinking. I'm one of those girls, That replays moments in her head, That thinks of words she left unsaid. I'm one of those girls, Always just a friend, Nothing more. I'm one of those girls, One that hopes that maybe you will say, "You're not one of those girls, You're just the girl for me."
In the bottom of my coffee cup, It holds no coffee, No tea. No, not for me. It holds something more, A memory. A smile shared, A tear cried, A hug felt For all time. In the bottom of my coffee cup, There is no you, No me. Only us. What is, Was, And is to be.
If I could write a million stories about the way things used to be, I wouldn’t write a one. I’ve tried to forget, to forgive, pretend you never happened. It simply doesn’t work. But I’ve done my crying and I’m no longer angry. So I’d like to say, finally, that you made me who I am today. For better or for worse, I let you in. And I’m okay with that, and have a good day, because… I will.
I've never felt anything like this before. It's like my heart is too heavy to beat. My lungs crave carbon monoxide.
My eyes dart over every passing car. Every cigarette is another memory. My car is filled with music my ears are scared to hear.
I yearn for something to dull the pain. Anything.
This hurt and loss runs too deep, the river runs too fast. I cannot cut or bleed it out. I cannot dream or wish this away. It is all too real. It is all too soon.
If I had known being left and forgotten would be this bad, I never would have opened up. I never would have worried. I never would have shared. I never would have trusted, wanted, needed, or loved.
I knew it was new and different. I knew it was dangerous. I never knew how much.
How could you have never said it was over? I can see no "see you later"s in our future. I see only goodbyes.