i die every day waiting for you. hoping to see you. but when i do, you dont see me. and my heart breaks.
i die every day waiting for you. hoping to hear from you. but you dont reach out to me. and my heart breaks.
i die every day waiting for you. waiting for you to care. but you dont give a single fuck about me. and my heart breaks.
you would think a heart needs time to repair itself to then be able to get broken again but thats not how it is. my heart breaks again every damn day. every fucking thought about you reaches into my chest and clasps its cold fingers around my beating heart.
every fucking time i look at you, my heart starts swelling and takes my breath away. i remember all the good times we had, all the amazing memories we made. but then i realize that its over. that you dont care. and my heart breaks.
you told me you loved me. why did you do that? you put the idea of us in my head. planted it in my heart. you pulled me close to you. you touched me. pulled me closer. kissed me. pulled me closer. pretended to love me. and i fell in love with you.
then you pushed me off our little cloud, where reality hit me and broke me into pieces.
they say not to regret moments when you were happy. but i cant help but regret you. i regret that i was foolish enough to believe you. foolish enough to kiss you. foolish enough to fall for you. i regret that you are still in my every thought. that you still hold a piece of my heart you could hurt whenever you wanted to.
but what i regret the most is that i dont want it back. i want you to have it. i want to remember you, remember us. even though it was a lie. i still want to believe in it.
i want to believe in us. i cant let you go. not yet.
and my heart breaks.
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