All I needed you to say was that everything was going to be ok. But I wasn't going to ask for it, I wanted you to figure it out, yet you didn't. So that says enough, right? It says that its not ok, and will probably never be. I regret saying anything. Thats not one of the regrets I'll be happy I did come a couple months down the road. I'll always regret it. You were a good friend, you were a time of my life, constantly smiling, compassionate friend. It ended all to quickly for me, and at times I find it hard to believe it is actually over, but it is. And you've made sure that I know it.
Thats one incomplete, terrible goodbye said 5 months too early.
I just need the comfort of a close friend.
I need someone from the future to say it doesn't matter years from now.
I need something that will get me past this ache in my stomach, this heavy feeling that is making it hard to breathe at times.
But instead I'm left here, picking up the pieces. I'm trying to figure out my next move.
Mission in 5 months.
{t.o.o. f.a.r. a.w.a.y}
I want to get away from this life, and start a new adventure. Is that possible? I'll move anywhere, do anything, be anyone. Just something new.
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