Im done being sad,
Moody.
Lonely,
Hateful,
And ungrateful.
Im done with new beginnings,
No phone a ringings,
No more tears and hopeful late night beers
I want her, but im done.
I need her, and her cute little messy bun.
My life is a story, about love.
Her life is an adventure about something more then love.
She wouldnt know why I would choose to stay and wait.
Just like ill never know why she would choose to go and never look back to see if im staring.
Im finding myself
My mind
My heart
And
My life.