It's 1:42, I'm shaking yet again, because what would a Christmas be without a breakdown
Thought I finally moved on but fuck that,
I wouldn't be crying now would I?
Maybe I just kept telling myself that I'm doing okay because in reality i'm so not fucking over her that it's actually scary.
But you know what? Fuck her. Fuck everything. I deserve better and I deserve to be fucking allright yeah?
I won't get better by reliving past memories when everything was fine and dandy.
I do miss many things though.
I miss sleeping next to her, I miss her hair, I miss her lips, and I miss her holding her hips and thighs.
But those are just parts of her whole being and it's nothing someone else does not possess too.
I just gotta be patient and I'll be happy with someone forever after.
Maybe I start falling for the wrong fucking people...
