I'm waiting. Just waiting. For someone to sweep me off my feet. For someone to make every little touch of pain turn into butterflies in my stomach. For someone to make my darkness turn into sunlight and fireworks. But I am exhausted. My trust in love is slowly, but surely, fading into nothingness. My heart is so torn apart that everything seems vague and grey. When you walked away you took my happiness with you, and I am not sure whether it's the absence of you or the loss of my humanity that makes my eyes wet at 4 a.m. I don't know if I miss you. I don't know if I still love you. And I certainly don't know how to move on without you.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
I'm waiting. Just waiting. For someone to sweep me off my feet. For someone to make every little touch of pain turn into butterflies in my stomach. For someone to make my darkness turn into sunlight and fireworks. But I am exhausted. My trust in love is slowly, but surely, fading into nothingness. My heart is so torn apart that everything seems vague and grey. When you walked away you took my happiness with you, and I am not sure whether it's the absence of you or the loss of my humanity that makes my eyes wet at 4 a.m. I don't know if I miss you. I don't know if I still love you. And I certainly don't know how to move on without you.