It’s hard to move on from someone you don't really want to move on from.
It’s hard to wake up every day, get out of bed, go to work, take care of my daughter, interact with people, when in actuality all i want to do is crawl up in a ball at the edge of my bed, eat ice cream, listen to K Michelle, and cry.
I hate when people ask if I'm okay. The answer is no, but i always say yes.
I have been trying to talk to other people, distractions, but i don't have it in me to entertain these people that aren't you. I am constantly comparing.
It’s hard to check my phone a hundred million times a day, and never see a single notification from you. I know you are probably not even thinking about me, or if I am okay. Yet, I struggle not to text you or call you.
it’s hard to think that we were once so important to each other, and now we are complete strangers. I am constantly thinking about what I could have done to change this outcome.
The truth is, I know this one is not on me. I was completely in love with you. I did everything within my power to make you happy. You never had to question me or my loyalty. I treated you like a king. I let you do your own thing, I never stressed you hanging out with your friends. I guess it just makes me wonder, do you even realize how lucky you were to have me? Did you appreciate a single fckin thing that I did? No. You didn't. If you would have, we wouldn't be here.
it’s hard to see a man’s ego, a man’s pride, be the reason for his downfall. I tried to show you a love you just weren’t ready for. My only mistake was holding on to tight to someone who wasn't ready to stay. Now i sit here, lonely, confused, and heartbroken. My only comfort is knowing that you no other woman after me will compare. In the end you will be the one who lost.