I was either lost trying to find you, or trying to find the reason I lost you in the first place. Nostalgia convinces me you were better than you were and everytime I have to allow you to disappoint me to remember the reason I left.
It is not that I dont love you, but isn’t it during the New Year where we promise to give up bad habits that we will typically come back to? So let’s play a game of hide and seek and I will pretend that you no longer have a place in my heart until nostalgia makes me stumble upon you once more.
Happy New Year,.. but let’s not pretend we magically became more than what we were because of it.
You are the words I have been searching for, the stairway that unwraps each breath with another muffled wish. There are many ways to leave someone, many ways to promise your heart it’ll wear a new that doesn’t cut through its tongue on its walls again.
I fall in love with people who are all the universes I don’t know how to be, and though I don’t mind the passing of time, I mind it passing without you.
Somewhere along the way I became good at holding things without touching them, and when you start to miss me, just remember, I’m only as far away as you pushed me. I survived you, even though I wasn’t planning on it.
Collaboration with Myself (Normal) and @teacup13 (italics)