Der var en tid, hvor jeg kunne se præcis, hvad du følte indeni. Nu ser jeg kun en skygge af foragt, men jeg husker dig blidt ind over mig, og himlen viste os på vej. Vores åndedræt var et hviskende halleluja
You’re a coward. You’re a coward for not telling me the truth. You’re a fucking coward for lying to me and acting like nothing happened. I feel sorry for you.
The hardest part is when you realize that what you had meant nothing to the another person. That you don’t mean anything to them anymore, or maybe you never did.
Today I realized, you don’t care anymore. And then I realized, you probably never did anyways and the saddest part of it all is that you made me believe you did.
When you’re dreaming with a broken heart then waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for the moment you can hardly breathe. Wondering was he really here? Is he standing in my room?