i hope you find your soulmate in this lifetime. my knees are bruised from praying that it’s me.
when i can’t sleep at night, it is your memory playing in my head that keeps me awake.
to have gone through all of this, and to be as soft as i am, is truly a tragic delicacy. but still people perceive me as naive. i suppose they are no longer supportive of kindness.
i have bookshelves of dreams. all dying to be the one i choose to live out.
my biggest dreams couldn’t match the life we’re going to build together.
i will be screaming until i can no longer make sound.
people tell me i will survive. that i won’t be able to remember this one day. that i will get over it. and maybe i will. but i will not forget. my blood, and my bones, and my cells, and my sprint won’t let me. they will never let me recover from you.
despite how hard i’ve wished and prayed you weren’t the one. you are. and i know i can never love you how you want me to.