Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.

One Day

Another one about you,

It frustrates me to write

But what can I do?

I wonder if I'll ever be able to stop writing about you

Maybe,

Maybe one day.

When that hope inside of me

Will shatter altogether,

The hope, that still wishes you come back.

You want to talk to everyone but me

You want to comfort everyone but me

My heart physically aches at this thought

Do you hate me so much?

That you don't want to talk even after me practically begging you to

That you don't want to talk even when you have no one else to

One day I don't think about you

Then spend the next whole day sulking about you

I wonder if you'll ever stop crossing my mind

If the mention of your name will ever not fill up my eyes

I've stopped crying as of now,

I'm hopeful that these will also happen someday

And by then if you'll want to come back

I will have the courage to say no,

Like you once told me.

Ruthlessly, recklessly, without once thinking about me.