i don't know why somedays i'm completely over you. but others it's like i'm laying face down in quicksand, being consumed by the memories of you. the more i struggle the worse it gets. so i lay still as you pull me under.
how many times did we come here with the intention of never leaving the car. and now i'm here staring out at the abondoned building we called our home. and i wish you were here just to hold my hand.
but what remains is, the moon never shines so brightly as it does when i'm sitting beside you. and my heart never feels so full as it does when she's on the other side.