the first time you decided we should stop talking,
my heart handled it pretty fine.
one hundred and eighty two days later,
when you decided again we should just be friends,
my heart was ripped to shreds.
that day,
i asked three thousand and twenty six strangers on the internet,
how i could get you back,
but the most common answer i got,
was that i couldn't.
i never really ever imagined my life without you,
and your texts at 1 in the morning,
and the phonecalls that would last for hours.
right now i feel like a shadow.
opaque and lost,
wandering around,
looking for something,
that no longer exists.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
the first time you decided we should stop talking,
my heart handled it pretty fine.
one hundred and eighty two days later,
when you decided again we should just be friends,
my heart was ripped to shreds.
that day,
i asked three thousand and twenty six strangers on the internet,
how i could get you back,
but the most common answer i got,
was that i couldn't.
i never really ever imagined my life without you,
and your texts at 1 in the morning,
and the phonecalls that would last for hours.
right now i feel like a shadow.
opaque and lost,
wandering around,
looking for something,
that no longer exists.
