lately my ambition to write is becoming weaker and weaker, thoughts and ideas used to flow in my head like the lyrics to my favorite song. they soon stopped after we did. im reminded of you in everything i do, you seemed to connect to every part of my life which is ironic because how did you manage to do that when you had been a part of it for such a short amount of time? even at the happiest of moments i would carry a melancholy overtone which seemed to be a part of me, i was incomplete but i would never give you the satisfaction of knowing that. i was a broken puzzle with pieces missing, pieces you had taken and misplaced. i never thought i would let someone become my happiness, my joy, my need to be complete but after you left i realized thats exactly what you were. you were my everything. they say if you love something set it free, if it comes back it was meant to be yours. my stomach flipped to no end and i never felt stable with the lingering question still on my lips.
why didnt you come back?
YOU ARE READING
a collection of my thoughts
Randomthese are small writings i've created over a span of time and with encouragement i'm deciding to share them amongst anyone who'll read it.
