Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
i can’t believe that i’m even writing this.
i never imagined myself writing something about you of this nature,
but nature and the universe have their own funny way of working,
it’s been months since i’ve really felt anything,
months since i’ve really felt like myself.
the days that i spent with you were golden,
feelings came over me like waves crashing in the ocean,
and then suddenly
it’s like we were strangers once again.
there were too many days that i spent without you that seemed to grow increasingly longer,
and all i wanted to do was become stronger.
there were too many days that i spent wondering if we were ever going to speak again,
or if your last words to me would be “i’m sorry, i'm just busy”.
there were too many nights that i spent entangled in my blankets
and similarly entangled in my thoughts,
thinking of you and me and us and all these afterthoughts,
making my stomach end up in knots and making me wish i could just take a few shots
and forget all the bullshit.
there were too many nights that i spent wondering why i wasn’t enough
and how good it must feel
to have finally found a girl who you think is the right one for you.
and deep down, i hope she is.