Relationships suck, you either get married or breakup
every night I make sure you’re my last thought
and I think of the placement of the lines in your face with each changing expression
so if I’m lucky enough to dream of you tonight
I won’t miss any details
and if I die in my sleep tonight
at least your face will be the last thing I see
fading into stars and then the featureless void
You couldn’t make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along.
Or sometimes it didn’t go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.
i wanna feel how dogs feel when you let them go in a big field