Terms and Agreements

I’ve come to terms with our love. It was deep and meaningful. I fell and never got up. It was a selfish and wrong kind of love but it was our love. Only ours. And now, it’s over. I know that I will never be able to see you and walk away. Even seeing someone who looks like you, I miss you all over again. I’m never gonna be strong enough to say I hate you or I’m completely over it. But I guess that’s how first loves happen.

Temperatures Rising

I’m sick of missing someone who has me as there second thought. Remembering memories of us that aren’t even in your head anymore, never mind your heart.
But here I am.
Heart on the floor wishing you’d finally care enough to pick it up.
But here I am again.
The one who loved too much, talking to myself.