Believe me, it’s sad. But my heart breaks less these days because I’m wiser.
Is it better to see me doing well, or not to see me at all?
Your breakup playlist: Old lyrics sing current truth and repeat mistakes. Music has and always will save my life.
I sat down to write and all I could think of is how you don’t love me.
Can’t write without a broken heart. How about we talk about your mom?
The backs of their heads. Their crisp white shirts and black ties. They all look like you.