I miss you.
I hate you, but I miss you.
My brain has been playing a game
Of tug of war with my heart
Ever since the day you left.
I wish I could say I no longer need you
But you knew how to scoop the pieces of my broken soul
Into your own cupped hands.
In a way that no one else can.
And I really fucking miss that.
To this day, no one knows more about me
Than the amount you learned within the first month.
And I think it’s safe to say
I knew more about you
Than possibly even you do.
Because you used to believe your own promises
But I knew you would leave
Since the day we met.
I used to lie next to you and cry while you slept,
Wondering how much time I had left
You see, I was never foolish enough to think you’d stay
I was just never quite ready to say goodbye.

Never Quite Ready - V.P.

Fuckkkk 👆👏

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One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
― Steve Maraboli (via versteur)

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