When Sunny Days Become The Saddest
I miss the sunshine and crave it, but feeling empty when the sky is blue and the light is bright… that’s a different kind of hurt.
I miss the sunshine and crave it, but feeling empty when the sky is blue and the light is bright… that’s a different kind of hurt.
I’d pay a million bucks to think about anyone else but you. I’d write a check right now just to have my breath stolen by someone else who crossed my mind, someone who doesn’t have your earthy brown eyes or your slightly lopsided smile.
There are a thousand and one things I could thank you for—more, probably. Definitely. But I wouldn’t even know where to start, how to start. People who say I have a way with words really don’t know me very well.
The smell of fresh coffee in the morning.
I wish I could delete you from my life.
If I had known that it would hurt even worse the second time around, I never would have let you through the door again.
She is the sun and we are all just in her orbit, a solar system of friends. Manipulation is her gravity.
Pull me close. Kiss me hard. I hope you never regret me.
My mother warned me about beautiful men who might break my heart. But she forgot to mention that if they were drunk and they got angry, they might break my bones too.
I was first, but she is still with you, so I guess that makes me the other woman.