Don’t want to go through the withdrawal of losing you

“We both make choices for ourselves now. You chose her, I chose this.”

It’s 3 AM exactly. 
 The only reoccurring thought I have isn’t very nice. 


Something kept telling me you weren’t over her.
 You can’t get over a girl like that. 


I want to die

No news is good news, but when it comes down to the only person you care about, no news becomes bad news. 
The love rants become sweet nothings.

Love is destructive and maybe that’s why we cling to it

I hope the memories haunt you the way they haunt me

before my angelic demise (poem 1) wishes do come true so be careful what you wish for..

I won’t let the heartbreak change my good heart.

You talk to me about your dreams and ambitions like one day I might get the chance to be a part of them but.. I know full well you’ve already made up your mind.

Are we all just playing pretend?

Older poem. Any feedback?