See you and your rivered mind. Sought out in cyan. And cry for the drift in your eye. Made for. The groove. The tremolo in your pace. Rose hue to your face. And the sea to your shirt. The one you got in Olympia.
crystals flooding her eyes she blinks, breaking the dam they stream down her face, sparkling the lights are a blur and the plane rises above them she doesn't want to leave "goodbye," she whispers to their apartment "goodbye," she whispers to their favorite spot by the lake "goodbye," she whispers to the person who made her feel like she was worth it she doesn't want to leave him but he does
It’s fun to do whatever I like, to feel whatever I want to feel, but there are days I have this longing feeling of certain emotion, I can’t tell what it is, but it’s closed, locked, and no one, not even me, could find the key.
I need you to understand. I will always love you, even in your broken. Not in spite of it or because of it, but as a result of it. I buy dead roses so they can see their beauty in my reflection when they wilt away. I can’t leave broken glass figurines where they may never find a home. So when you’re trying to piece yourself together, or start to fall apart, know that I love you. And I can only hope that you still love me too.
I was always there to lend an ear. And as we sat in the back of your car you. talking and me listening. I can sense all the sadness you felt. All the anger you held in. There wasn’t much for me to say but all I could think to do is to open up my arms and embrace you and I did. All you needed was a hug to feel loved . And I gave that to you. All I ever wanted to do was love you. Was that not enough?
i wasn’t enough for you and that should make me move on but I think about you everyday why can’t I stop and move on S?
