“you told me you loved me but i think you got your words confused because if you loved me i would not be up at two am crying about you again you are slowly destroying me we both know it and i do not know what is worse the fact that you know what you are doing to me or that i am letting you”
— i thought it was love, i thought it was love
“i still remember all the places we used to go, and i can’t help but feel a little bit more heartbroken every time i pass in front of them and all the memories come back to me”
—
My love for you was different.
I felt like I couldn’t survive without you.
You were the stars in the sky and the oxygen in my lungs.
My world revolved around you.
But soon enough, as the years passed by,
the fire I had for you, the crave I had for just the
touch of your fingertips had faded away.
All that was left were the lonely crackle of embers
And the sound of my heart falling from my chest
and shattering on the ground.
“She’s the wanderlust girl, always running from one place to another, partly because she loves seeing the world, but mostly because no one has ever given her a reason to stay.”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 55 “Wandering”
