“waking up alone never gets easier–”
we tend to our woes with words that
sound like I think I can used to this
for weeks, but it doesn’t last as long as
we’d like, does it? we surround
ourselves in a circle that was meant
to be linear, give me the truth without
the lies, but even if you do lie, I can
see it in your eyes. it’s okay to be this
way. it’s okay to be like this. we
surround ourselves in a shroud of
metaphors, I met you at four and let
the words bleed into your veins, we
used to feel the same kind of pain, but
now we’re waking up alone and it
never gets easier– it’s funny isn’t it?
we used to smile about everything,
but I’m just finding more reasons to
forget about it. I always end up with
the zero reasons to forget about you,
so I don’t. (via everylittlepieceofyou)
