Adding honey to my tea and grabbing a stirrer, I see you out of the corner of my eye, baseball cap on, nose buried deep in a book.
Walking on these downtown streets today I thought to myself “I’m happy, and I’m happy without him”
See, the pain of our love crashing and burning doesn’t matter until I see you.
My stomach drops, my veins seize up, I’m stopped dead in my tracks.
I wish I could’ve said hello, I wish I could’ve asked “reading something interesting?”
But this is our reality, pretending we’re strangers and forcing the nights we spent under the moon out, out, out of our heads.
I don’t think I could look you in the eyes, I think it would immediately tug my heart down to my feet
The idea of us being friends is bittersweet like lemon drops, but no one talks about the bitter aftertaste.
I wish you well, I wish you happiness, and I hope you enjoy your cup of coffee with your read.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
Adding honey to my tea and grabbing a stirrer, I see you out of the corner of my eye, baseball cap on, nose buried deep in a book.
Walking on these downtown streets today I thought to myself “I’m happy, and I’m happy without him”
See, the pain of our love crashing and burning doesn’t matter until I see you.
My stomach drops, my veins seize up, I’m stopped dead in my tracks.
I wish I could’ve said hello, I wish I could’ve asked “reading something interesting?”
But this is our reality, pretending we’re strangers and forcing the nights we spent under the moon out, out, out of our heads.
I don’t think I could look you in the eyes, I think it would immediately tug my heart down to my feet
The idea of us being friends is bittersweet like lemon drops, but no one talks about the bitter aftertaste.
I wish you well, I wish you happiness, and I hope you enjoy your cup of coffee with your read.
Saw you sitting in a coffee shop.
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