It’s Easier To Be Angry With You Than Cry About You
I would rather scream my lungs out than cry my eyes out. I would rather swear up and down that I hate you instead of admitting I miss you.
I would rather scream my lungs out than cry my eyes out. I would rather swear up and down that I hate you instead of admitting I miss you.
I am slowly learning to accept I will never have complete closure. I will never know your exact reasons for stringing me along for such a long time and then deserting me.
You don’t get three strikes. You don’t get a second chance. You only get one.
You never deserved her forgiveness. You never deserved her second chances. You never deserved her reassurance that everything was okay.
You can be single and successful. You can be living in an apartment and be successful.
Love is texting each other something ridiculous from different rooms of the house, waiting to hear their phone buzz, and then listening for their reaction.
I hate that people get weirded out when I am kind to them because they are used to getting disrespected and ghosted and tossed aside.
You are never going to give me the response I am hoping to hear.
Don’t wonder whether you should have settled, whether the relationship ended because you were too picky, whether you were asking for too much back then.
You know how I was able to block your number and feel freedom instead of regret? I get that from you. The funny part is that you are getting screwed over by your own DNA.