And yet, my heart still has the audacity to skip life depending beats at the sound of his text. God I hate being so perplexed knowing he’ll trade me for whoever comes next
I know he doesn’t love me, And though I swallowed the truth it burns in my chest No peace from him I see him even as I rest In my head he’s the best Anyone else is less Though I feel nothing when his lips press against mine.
No spark. Just two broken hearts trying to connect with the wrong signal.
and yet I love Him
I guess it reflects on how much I love myself. Because I know he don’t love me, and I think that’s the one thing we always had in common, and what we loved to talk about.