Oct 2016
The first day is always the worst.
Your eyes are puffy from bawling the night before.
You drag yourself to class, but don't remember what was taught.
You shut your brain down and lock your soul away.
But the moment you become *sane again,
Tears threaten to fall because he's the first thing you think of.
You put in your earbuds to let people know not to mess with you.
Sad songs that remind you of him are played on repeat.
You want to ask him if he's okay.
You want to run back saying it was a mistake.
You want him to cherish you and love you.
But you can't go back.
It's better this way.
And the worst part is
*You'll regret it everyday.
Your eyes are puffy from bawling the night before.
You drag yourself to class, but don't remember what was taught.
You shut your brain down and lock your soul away.
But the moment you become *sane again,
Tears threaten to fall because he's the first thing you think of.
You put in your earbuds to let people know not to mess with you.
Sad songs that remind you of him are played on repeat.
You want to ask him if he's okay.
You want to run back saying it was a mistake.
You want him to cherish you and love you.
But you can't go back.
It's better this way.
And the worst part is
*You'll regret it everyday.
