Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.
When she loves sending you selfies, and you love every selfie she sends, so you just gotta make her, her own folder on yo shit to save em in so you can play a slide show of them shits on days you’re feeling down…
She was never mine to begin with
That’s the part that I managed to miss
Because I am entirely, entirely hers
I picked myself up from the dark
to be able to tuck my heart
into her left side chest pocket
But she was never mine to begin with and
I guess I was so caught up in her
and the love I wanted to give
That I never noticed how empty
my pockets have been
since the beginning
