Pulling you out of me is one of the hardest things I will ever do today
Forgetting the sound of your laugh is one of the hardest things I will ever do tomorrow
And the secrets you gave me even all the lies and the fake deep talks I will keep hidden, out of the respect I gave you
When I saw your picture with her
I fell to my knees and collapsed on my bedroom floor
I finally ripped the calendar from Christmas off my wall
I don't know if that was because of anger or pain, but they taste just the same
Yes, it's been five months since you left
And I found someone who finally thinks me sunshine
But when I think of you I start to realize you weren't the man I made you out to be
You were an emotional thunderstorm
The type of hurricane that ruins houses
And hates the idea of love
I don't wish you ill
All I know is that
Pulling you out of me will be one of the hardest things I will ever do today.
I hope she loves indecisive men who have a hard time keeping promises
I'm sorry, I've always been attracted to thunderstorms
I'm sorry , I've always been attracted to weeping willows to proud for words or apologies
But I'm not sorry for loving you even when you didn't want me too
There's a legend I like to tell myself when you begin to drown my mind
It's that Karma was once an ocean.
it always washes up what you missed on the shore
even if you don't want to miss me anymore
Karma will always be an ocean

(v.m)