Dear Almost Lover
Drunk on silk sheets and stale air, You needed someone, I needed you
Drunk on silk sheets and stale air, You needed someone, I needed you
Happy is something I won’t feel for a while. It is something I’m going to have to gain back. It is a feeling I will have to search for, like when you go to a wedding and wonder how you’ll ever find the perfect one.
Many years, I’ve relied on the New Year, to make me feel better about myself, to make me stop doing dumb shit. But, the truth is a year doesn’t change you, you change you.
I think about the little things I should’ve picked up on before. The things that should’ve pointed me in a different direction.
I wanted to shoot the comfort into my veins, like a drug. I wanted it so badly.
I begged to read his mind. I wanted to know every thought that ran through it.
Maybe we are still meant to be