I Wonder If The Walls Are Marked With Us
I wonder if maybe they feel the hope that we had when we started there.
I wonder if maybe they feel the hope that we had when we started there.
Instead of me telling you all of the things I should or even replying at all, I delete the messages. I try to start letting you go one more time.
I don’t need you to prove to me that I should be with you. I don’t want to have to convince you to love me. I just want us to know that this is good.
He found how hard being without me is. I got to be set free.
You make me feel like it’s OK to be me and that’s the best gift anyone’s ever given to me.
I can feel the word fall out of my mouth before they try to leave. I want to tell them that everything I did was wrong and that I need them.
You distance yourself from the prospect of love.
I’ve seen multiple people like you and I in here before. Every single time I want to ask them what they’re drinking about. The memories are on the edge of your glass and with every sip it’s pretty obvious you’re trying to drown out their noise.
The truth is that there are times I miss you.
Remember those people who are going to be there in the future. And be thankful for them. Tell them you’re grateful. Remind them you love them.