When I look over and see him
I want to cry and scream.
Beg for forgiveness and take it all back,
Except I can't
I can't take back what I said.
I will not allow myself to do that to myself.
Sometimes I wonder if he ever thinks of me like I think of him.
But then I see him talking and laughing and smiling.
And I know he doesn't.
He has moved on whereas I am stuck in the roots of self pity and regret.
I am forced to watch.
Watch as he talks and laughs and smiles.
And forgets.
When I talked to him for the first time since I left him.
I felt a knife strike through my heart.
He was so nice and casual
So nice and caring.
The thought of closure was distancing itself like leaves in the wind.
All I can do is miss him
Miss the way he made me smile
The way he made me laugh
The way he made me blush and feel pretty.
The way his beautiful blue eyes widened when he got excited.
The way he tuned away to laugh when he got embarrassed.
The way his eyes pierced through mine into my soul.
Having him hold me made me feel secure in a world that was anything but.
He was my rock
He was mine
And I left him.
I broke up with my boyfriend who I was together with for about 6 months. I wrote this a few days after when I was at my worst. I still miss him but I know I made the right choice.
I hope you got something out of this or something.
Photo at the top by @psychedelia.mind on instagram
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