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i haven't had a sad sweet breakup in a very long time. it hurts a lot. great guy, wrong time, wrong place. and i selfish, absorbed, with nothing to give, now. someday i hope to give again. but i don't have anything that i don't want to keep for myself, these days.
everything is ending this week, largely by my hand. i hope my phoenixes rise from the ash soon. i hope that i end up with more than just charred eggs.
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i haven't had a sad sweet breakup in a very long time. it hurts a lot. great guy, wrong time, wrong place. and i selfish, absorbed, with nothing to give, now. someday i hope to give again. but i don't have anything that i don't want to keep for myself, these days.
everything is ending this week, largely by my hand. i hope my phoenixes rise from the ash soon. i hope that i end up with more than just charred eggs.