Love and Other Stupid Things (2016)

To the Boy Who Broke My Heart

To the Boy Who Broke My Heart

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much I still love you.
I couldn't find the word to perfectly
describe that feeling of happiness
when you smiled at me and said, "You're important. "

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much I still laugh at your jokes.
I still remember how you make fun of my height
and I will get annoyed, but would still laugh eventually
I remember that knock knock joke you told me one time
The punchline still lingers in my memory so much
that I would still laugh, and laugh,
and laugh, and laugh.

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much you inspired me to write.
All the feelings of happiness
All the love I've felt in our short lived story.
I bottled it all in my heart,
with words no one could ever describe.

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much you made me happy
Those all night calls we used to have
were engraved in my heart like they were scars.
That whenever I cannot sleep,
I would look at my phone,
and remember how your words
captured my ever fragile heart.

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much I loved you
I loved you
more than how much I loved my favorite book
I loved you
more than how much I loved french fries.
I loved you
more than how much I loved the person I used to be.
I loved you
so much that I cannot remember who I was before.
Let's go back from the start

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much I still love you.
I couldn't find the word to perfectly
describe that feeling whenever I'm crying
everytime I remembered you smiled at me and said,
"You're important"

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much I still laugh at your jokes.
I still remember how you make fun of my height
and I will get annoyed, but would still laugh eventually
I remember that knock knock joke you told me one time
The punchline still lingers in my memory so much
that I would still laugh, and laugh,
and laugh, and laugh
while I'm sobbing at my pillow,
pretending and longing for your presence.

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much you inspired me to write.
All the feelings of happiness
All the love I've felt in our short lived story.
I bottled it all in my heart,
with words no one could ever describe
but then you left, and all those words burst
into metaphors of heartaches,
and I started writing about you,
about three a.m,
about being in love,
about being destroyed.
That all of my words became yours too,
and I was left with nothing.

To the boy who broke my heart
I couldn't tell you how much you made me happy
Those all night calls we used to have
were engraved in my heart like they were scars.
That whenever I cannot sleep,
I would look at my phone,
and remember how your words
captured my ever fragile heart
while hoping it would glow, and it would ring
and it's your name that I'd see on its screen.

To the boy who broke my heart,
I couldn't tell you how much I loved you
I loved you
more than how much I loved my favorite book
because I always find myself
reading your text messages over and over again.
I loved you
more than how much I loved french fries
because I always find myself
longing for that taste of happiness
I could only find while being with you.

I loved you
more than how much I loved the person I used to be
because that person is a coward, and I am stronger now

I loved you
so much that I cannot remember who I was before
because I'm forgetting about him,
I'm forgetting about myself that got lost in your words,
I'm forgetting about myself who believed I'm important but I'm not.
I'm forgetting about myself who loved you, and treasured you, and longed for your lips pressed on mine.

And I will forget about myself like how you forgot about me
And I will forget about myself like how badly I want to forget about you.
And I will forget about myself
And I will forget about you

I loved you,
so much that I'd rip the band-aid off
the wounds you left even if it still fucking hurts.
Let's go back from the start

To the boy who broke my heart,
I am sorry, but it's not me who lost someone.
I meant nothing to you, but you meant everything to me.
Let's go back from the start

To the boy who broke my heart,
Thank you for making me realize,
that I was the one who is whole all this time,
and you were the one that is truly broken.