Usually missing you is only a dull ache in the back of my sub-conscious. But sometimes all the memories wake up and take me down for a day or two. I get through those times by remembering happy moments and feeling gratitude that you once loved me. M.P.
All the lonely nights
and all the crushing scenes
and all the pointless fights.
Someone tell me what it means.
Someone tell me why hearts break.
I’m giving up on happy endings.