Johnny Depp making grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron.
Our hands will never touch
At least not like they used to
And our lips may never feel
Each other’s sweet embrace
Our hearts, well our hearts
Will now and forever be on a
Different beat, will they try to catch
Up to one another?
We will never know
What is for certain
Is that never again will our hand touch
It just fills the room
with how much I miss you.
I can’t breathe and surviving
is clearly possibly if I’m still
here without you.
I cannot let go but
I am happy with failing.
Who have I been before you?
It doesn’t matter if I try
or avoid it.
Whether my phone rings;
I can’t breathe and I start to choke when I think about leaving, but my mind reassures me that it’s what I need.
I don’t want to be here anymore, and I can’t seem to find a better way to say that.
I watched everyone I knew grow while I fell apart
Like a blooming flower that never got enough…
Being an adult is too stressful. I just wanna be happy.
I’ll miss the sunsets in the city :) #nyc
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