I read it,
I can’t,
I mean--It’s exactly how I felt with her.
I can’t decide if I should cry out of emotion, or just do nothing.
It is so relatable and so precise.
To me, my feelings, how I felt getting over her.
It found the hole in my heart that wasn’t filled and dug deeper.
I keep re-reading it,
I keep thinking, who,
Who is this she is chasing, while I am chasing her.
It’s an everlasting cycle, the chaser and the chasee
Always wanting what isn’t available
Always wanting what someone else already has their eyes on,
Knowing she is gone.
Gone, can never be caught for your own,
Just out of reach,
So close, but yet,
So far.
June 19, 2016
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
I read it,
I can’t,
I mean--It’s exactly how I felt with her.
I can’t decide if I should cry out of emotion, or just do nothing.
It is so relatable and so precise.
To me, my feelings, how I felt getting over her.
It found the hole in my heart that wasn’t filled and dug deeper.
I keep re-reading it,
I keep thinking, who,
Who is this she is chasing, while I am chasing her.
It’s an everlasting cycle, the chaser and the chasee
Always wanting what isn’t available
Always wanting what someone else already has their eyes on,
Knowing she is gone.
Gone, can never be caught for your own,
Just out of reach,
So close, but yet,
So far.
June 19, 2016
So this is a start of my Summer Collection. Each builds on another, telling the most significant parts in the story.
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