for yesterday, the day all you said was thanks.
for tomorrow, the day I'll pretend I wasn't crushed.
for next week, when I'll sew denim patches to try and hold my heart in after you ripped it out.
for next month, when I'll still be kept up at night due to the horror of the most anticlimatic rejection the world has ever seen.
for next spring, when it will have been a year and you will have forgotten.
for the future, when I'll remember all the pain
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:19 PM UTC
for yesterday, the day all you said was thanks.
for tomorrow, the day I'll pretend I wasn't crushed.
for next week, when I'll sew denim patches to try and hold my heart in after you ripped it out.
for next month, when I'll still be kept up at night due to the horror of the most anticlimatic rejection the world has ever seen.
for next spring, when it will have been a year and you will have forgotten.
for the future, when I'll remember all the pain