Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.
My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
A look in your eyes
And I know that I’m yours
Your fingers around mine,
I know you’ll never go
Kiss me hard and hold me close
Make me forget all my pains
And not cause you anymore
When I meet the right person and when I can provide stability.
Traditions aren’t for keeping, they’re for keeping us together.