Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn’t waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.
I remember crying over you and I don’t mean just a couple tears. I’m talking about being collapsed on my bedroom floor and screaming at the moon, rocking back and fourth with my face buried between my knees trying ever so hard to forget your name. I used to think that love made everything better, I didn’t understand how some people would rather die than live with a broken heart. But now I do
