I want her to feel the way i felt for so long.
I want her to wish she hadn’t done that.
I want her to see the pain she caused.
I want to get rid of the name I engraved on my arm because of the pain.
I wish that we could still be friends, but it gets harder each day.
I waited to hear the sound of her voice every day.
I loved her but I guess it wasn’t enough.
I craved her whenever she left me.
I miss her with all my heart, but now it’s too late.
How many more lives must she ruin?
How many more lives must he ruin?
How long till my pain is over?
How long has it been?
Only six months?
Feels longer.
Time stood still and forgot I could still move.
I could not swim in the currents I was left in.
So I floundered, from meaningless relationship to meaningless relationship.
I needed her by my side.
We all crave that which we can’t have.
People would say move on.
Get over her.
They were trying to help.
I did not want their help.
I wanted to be alone.
Now I am.
Truly alone.