the song you dedicated
to me still plays
off my playlist every
once in awhile. every
time i open my
closet door i can't
not just hesitate and
look at your shirt
balled up in the
corner. it's lost your
scent. and every time
i see you it's
just a reminder.
everything is a reminder.
but i know i
can't be angry.
so i just sigh.
i stop, and i
breathe for a second
or two, letting the
thoughts of what we
could have been pass.
[ song ; all girls are the same - juice wrld ]
