I only wish I could understand why it always ends like this.
Time spent pouring emotion into people who have no capacity for reciprocation.
Strange how months of feeling miserable can be erased by the same hand that dealt you those awful cards in the first place.
That really is the problem, though. What hurt you is never the logical solution to your pain. Assuming it can be only brings you back to just where you had been before.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
My missing voice and I are just looking for trouble.
See, there’s this weird thing where, when I walk away from you, I realize how very safe I had been feeling the moment before.