I keep telling myself that
maybe we were meant for each other
but our timing was wrong
or maybe we weren't,
and this is just how it has to be.
and you're out with your friends
living your life, and meeting new people
and its 4 a.m and I'm
still missing you.
the only thing i know is that
i am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
and i finally realize now
that no one leaves because of the others fault,
they look for excuses to leave because they want to.
and I'm trying my hardest to be okay with that.
