I loose myself. Every time I talk to to him again.
I wish my heart wasn’t so attached to him.
I wish everything I did wasn’t to get over him.
I wish I didn’t allow my self to get influenced by him.
I wish these hands didn’t want to touch his face again.
I wish these eyes didn’t long to see his face again.
I wish my soul didn’t miss him.
I wish my mind could forget about him.
I wish I could burn our memories into nothing.
I wish I could rip my heart out and replace it with one that didn’t love him.
I wish I caught myself before falling for him.
I wish I never met him.
I wish he meets someone else.
I wish he doesn’t hurt like I do.
I wish he forgets me.
I wish he experiences new things in life.
I wish he finds happiness within himself, instead of the one I gave him, then took.
I wish we both find someone one that makes us forget about us.
I wish I could have said a proper goodbye.
I wish we never said Goodbye.
I am happy, that life goes on.
I am happy, that I am strong.
I have moments that I find myself holding back tears. Then I have moments that I feel alive because I am still able to feel after being broken. I knew getting over him would be hard, but I am finally declaring a change in my life. Holding on to him feels like torture. No matter how much I try to be “friends”, I always find myself triggered.
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