nostalgia

the sadness comes in waves, rushing into my heart and drowning it

missing you comes in raindrops turning into a hurricane, my tears mimicking the storm

im not sure why you were dropped into my life at such an unfortunate age of only 15 or why you made such an impact on my life, heart, body and mind

but you were and you did

and like all good things, we came to an end

leaving me to wonder if you were just a taste of the love out there waiting for me to find

or if we just met at an unforgiving time

i guess only time will tell

what an unfair fate; to experience such a raw emotion, such a heartbreaking love

maybe in another life ill find you

a broken heart in love could only dream a dream so beautiful and hope that it come true

 

habits and contradictions

you’re addicting but I’ve been sober far too long to fall back into old ways

they say it takes 17 or so days to break a habit and I guess you could say it’s been broken but that fails to explain why I haven’t stopped missing your laugh?

my lonely heart still aches for you and your voice, which is a familiar sound

you feel like home and I can’t shake the feeling that’s where I’m supposed to be

I figure that’s another habit thing

there are so many things I’d like to say to you until I remember why it’d be a waste of breathe

I guess some things are better left unsaid

and some loves, like ours, are better left dead