I lay in bed with tears in my eyes, thinking of you, missing you, wanting you. The tears fall onto my pillowcase when I think of you. They say it gets better. Then why do the tears keep coming? Why hasn't it got better? I want the tears to stop falling on my pillow. I want the tears to stop coming. But, they won't stop.
I want your insecurities, fears, smiles, jokes, hugs, tears, heartbreaks, mistakes, sarcasm, pains, joys. I want you and everything that comes with you.
I wish I told you how I felt I wish, I wish I said I love you before you left I wish, I wish you felt the same way I wish, I wish you would love me like you love her I wish, I wish I was her I wish, I wish you cared. But, you never will
I wonder if he smiles at me like I smile at him. I wonder if he looks at me like I look at him. I wonder if he thinks of me when I think of him. I wonder..... Does he love me like I love him? Because I think love him.