arm wrapped around
another lover, and it
hurt me, as i thought
back to when it was
you and i together.
i miss what we were,
pain never goes away,
i wish everyday to go
back to april and may,
shit has hardly been the
same since, i would say.
i could move on with
another, i’m well aware,
but they don’t compare
to you in the slightest,
they’d love to have me,
but the attention feels
empty when it’s not you,
it just doesn’t match up.
tried and tried but i just
end up back in this rut,
longing and hoping, but
it’ll never happen again.
every love brings me
back where i started,
falling too far to the
point of hurt, and i
guess that’s why i
hardened, started
acting more distant,
i’m awkward and i’m
scared to talk about it.
i miss it all, and there’s
nothing to fill the void
that was left before.
love hurts.
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