He's moving
And I hate him for it
Even if it isn't his choice
I tried to get pregnant
So he could stay
But birth control decided to do its job that night and when I woke up the next day,
He still had to leave
We have exactly 3 days and 2 nights to ourselves before I become just another story to tell
Exactly 3 days and 2 nights before I can no longer walk to him at 4 am because I am missing home
Exactly 3 days and 2 nights before I become nothing again
It isn't fair
but nothing ever is
This happiness was just a figment of my imagination
But then again
If that is so, how could he make me feel as though I never knew sadness at all
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
He's moving
And I hate him for it
Even if it isn't his choice
I tried to get pregnant
So he could stay
But birth control decided to do its job that night and when I woke up the next day,
He still had to leave
We have exactly 3 days and 2 nights to ourselves before I become just another story to tell
Exactly 3 days and 2 nights before I can no longer walk to him at 4 am because I am missing home
Exactly 3 days and 2 nights before I become nothing again
It isn't fair
but nothing ever is
This happiness was just a figment of my imagination
But then again
If that is so, how could he make me feel as though I never knew sadness at all
