

I must have stepped on the wrong routine, Or maybe I skipped one growing up meeting, I seem to be off track, Maybe the universe
I am running my own race, The race that I cannot allow any person to come on my lane, This is me, no one can
I remember the first day we met, The day I made your heart tickle, Yet I was walking on my own path. I was just
See, the thing about betrayal, Wasn’t the hurt that it came with, no. We could hurt anytime, Be broken one too many times, But eventually
I wonder how long it will take Before my heart breaks, For I have hidden my soul beneath a smile. Painted a portrait of this
Her eyes scream. The hatred packed in her heart, Can see despise from how she speaks, Her words, her tone, her expressions, All speak the
Some days were harder than the rest, And it wasn’t because we stopped hoping, Or even fighting for a better tomorrow. They were harder, Because
It was not easy to say goodbye I still wish that our story, Had ended differently It was painful, Carving out the pieces of my
Watching them makes me hate life, Makes me hate love, Makes me hate the idea of marriage. They were so in love with each other
I still buy her gifts on some days, On other days I dial her number, Some days I text her up, Like she’s here. My