I should have told you that I never meant to hurt you in this life and that I’m so sorry for any pain I caused you. I should have told you that no matter what no one could ever replace you, no one could ever come close no matter how long it’s been.
To just fall apart if I need to. Crumble into pieces. Shatter into shreds. Just let myself come undone.
I am willing to set myself on fire on the chance that it will turn you to ashes. I am willing have a hole in my memory than have any memories of mine tainted by you. I will sooner take a bullet straight into my heart than give you the chance to hurt me again.
Except that life does not work this way.
Missing you is like a caged bird trapped and all it can do is looks at the sky longingly, day after day. Whereas I’m still stuck in the past, you have progress to build a future with her. While I still feel like the same sixteen years old girl foolishly in love with you, you have become the man I always know you will.
I miss you with every fiber of my soul and every ounce of me just want to tell you, but I no longer can.
I know how this sounds. I’m just another lovesick fool lamenting over heartache. It’s not original. I bet it reeks of desperation.
I wonder if it’s too late to tell you I miss you, and the way you made me want to stop running and simply live in the moment, breathe it in.
I don't understand why you would want to make things difficult for me, when you're the reason why things turn out this way.
I wonder if it’s too late to tell you that I still think about you.