As I lay here and write this out, I think about all the time we’ve spent together all the memories we’ve shared together. I tried giving you all I had but it wasn’t enough I wasn’t enough. I know where I messed up and nothing I do or say will bring you back to me but that’s ok Im learning to forget you, the same way you’re forgetting me, but it’s much easier to forget about me. I understand why people say that people are seasons. I understand. It doesn’t matter how bad I want you because, it’s over..You put the brakes on this. It doesn’t matter what happens anymore, you’ll only call me on my birthday and Christmas. Think about me when I’m long and gone but promise me that you’ll carry on. To the next guy in your life make sure he treats you right. I’ll see you soon or I won’t ever see you again because I’m slowly fading away with the time that passes me by, but tell does your heartache when you think about me? Because my heart aches when I think about you or is it just the pain that I feel because I’m slowly dying..
I gave you things I wasn’t sure I even had.
yall are really fucking shit up for me
i thought this was gonna be a prolife post but it was literally just the cycle of chicken incubation