This time it threw me off my feet. Literally. It will be difficult driving and looking down that street. Missing hurts. Imagining hurts. Listening to music hurts. The heart hurts. I need to move forward. I need to leave the past in the past.

I need something. It’s lacking hurtfully. When I feel at a high something darts the soul and failure is proved.

Smitten is outdated. Fake as a dart in the eye. I wish I can run. Run till I fall. And for you to be there to pick me up and hold me. To wipe my tears and tell me you love me and that your not going anywhere.

Your just like me. Don’t leave..