i understand everyone
gets sad at one point or
another but god when
does it ******* end

the late night rides in your
car and the mornings you
made me breakfast in your
bed and rearranging your
entire apartment just so we
wouldn't think about the bad
times and the moments you
almost said you loved me
by mistake and the evenings
spent laying on your couch
watching terrible movies on
netflix and the time we spent
that'll never be the same

it'll be a few days before
my body will ache for
your touch again and my
mind will scream for
your kind words to fill it
once more but i'll pull
through without you

you could tell me you
love me a million times
but without sincerity
it only feels like you're
choking me with
barbed wire