One last text
I wasn’t going to text you, but there was so much left unsaid,
And I can’t sleep with all the thoughts that keep rushing through my head,
And I can’t blame you, because the fault here rests solely on me,
My actions were rash, chaotic, as messy they could possibly be,
It feels like everything has crumbled, nothing is how it seems,
I hate the fact that I can’t call you, the only time I see you is in dreams,
Nowhere feels like home anymore, so I started wandering around,
Wondering if at some point I’d see you, before my feet hit the ground,
And I wonder if you’d look at me the same, if you’d still care,
Or if you’d even recognise me now, after all I changed my hair,
I can’t text you to say goodnight, so I stopped sleeping,
And everything tastes bland now, so I stopped eating,
And I know my eyes don’t shine as brightly anymore,
And my smile no longer lights up a room when I walk in the door,
And I respect the fact that you need space, that you need time,
But I still wish that just for one more night I could pretend you were mine,
One more night, one more hotel, one more meet up in the dark,
Then I could leave this alone, and I won’t just sit and cry in a carpark,
Just one more smile, one more hug, despite the pain I’ll feel,
A proper goodbye, then maybe this would all seem real,
And maybe it’s easier not doing this face to face,
Maybe it’s easier to let go when we’re both in a different place,
But I never got to say goodbye, not really, a text isn’t the same,
And despite how much it’d break me, I’d do anything to hear you say my name,
I just wanted to tell you that I love you, just one time more,
Then we can both walk away from all this, we can finally shut the door,
Or maybe we’ll stay, sit and cry and talk it all out,
That’s wishful thinking though, I caused so much doubt,
I don’t even know why I wrote this, why I sent it in the middle of the night,
But I’ve never been good at walking away without putting up a fight,
And even if you don’t answer, if you don’t text or call,
That’s fine, I get it, but I need you to know that I’m sorry for it all,
And I’d do anything to fix this, to try and make it right,
But I hurt you, and if you don’t wanna talk that’s fine, I’ll just say one last goodnight.
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I know you probably had a lot of reasons for the things you did or didn’t do. I get that.
What I don’t get is what I ever did to deserve this?
Because when you really think about it, you haven’t been my friend for months now…
You gave me nothing, you were never there.
And I needed you. I needed a friend. But somehow that’s not a concern of you anymore. Not even when I was at my lowest, you always choose yourself. And I always got left behind.
After all the times I choose you over myself, helped you get through another day, made sure you survived… really? Thís is what I get?
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Loaded gun
You said you’d never do to me what I did to you,
But I burnt everything down before I could see if that was true,
You got too close, and the saying’s true, its not you it’s me,
Because this whole things was a loaded gun, an outcome I couldn’t see,
I wanted this, and I tried to give you my all,
But I turned and ran when I realised how much it hurts to fall,
We’re now stood eye to eye and toe to toe,
Things are so different now, I don’t know how this is going to go,
All I wanted was to reach out and hold your hand,
Go back to the way that everything was planned,
I wanted to rest my hand on your arm, bury my head in your shoulder,
Just hide from the world in your arms, lay with you until we’re older,
And now were stood on the edge, half stepping over the line,
Wondering if this is the end, or if we can survive the hardest time.
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