I wanted to be the strong one.
The yanker of the band aid with the quick pull, not the one with the wound it was concealing.
How I wish you would cave first reaching out to me if only to say hello.
But I knew you wouldn't be .
The conviction in your eyes wouldn't allow that.
Im left obsessively checking my phone for the message I know is never going to come.
Fighting myself to not think about you, distraught why you're not thinking about me?
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
I wanted to be the strong one.
The yanker of the band aid with the quick pull, not the one with the wound it was concealing.
How I wish you would cave first reaching out to me if only to say hello.
But I knew you wouldn't be .
The conviction in your eyes wouldn't allow that.
Im left obsessively checking my phone for the message I know is never going to come.
Fighting myself to not think about you, distraught why you're not thinking about me?
