I love you.
I miss you.
It’s hard not to think of you.
Love can’t be love when it’s purely addicting.
My head and my heart still relentlessly conflicting.
One way relationships are haunting…
The way you speak of her is taunting…
Only when it hurts me with the reality of what this is, and what it’s not.
But you shouldn’t want what isn’t yours and I keep narrating the same characters and predictable plots.
Say what you say and I’ll keep connecting the dots…
If you only look at what you don’t have, it becomes impossible to fully appreciate what you got.
