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.
I keep on writing hoping our love stories will leave my heart for good.
I read the books. I cut my hair. I booked a trip to anywhere. But as I wander, I wonder what you’re doing who you’re with. And I hate myself for it, because wherever I go I am there and wherever it is you still don’t care.
I think of you often and wish you were with me as much as I wish you the best.