Today I found old conversations between the two of us.
I enjoyed them.
Till I figured out how much everything has changed.
A part of me, wants to beg for that back.
The other, knows it won’t ever come back.
I feel desperate.
I feel like an opportunity to make it that way.
I want you back.
But I feel like your slipping through the cracks in my broken glass.
I can never unchanged you.
My heart hurts.
A lot.
Come back to me.
Please.
I enjoyed them.
Till I figured out how much everything has changed.
A part of me, wants to beg for that back.
The other, knows it won’t ever come back.
I feel desperate.
I feel like an opportunity to make it that way.
I want you back.
But I feel like your slipping through the cracks in my broken glass.
I can never unchanged you.
My heart hurts.
A lot.
Come back to me.
Please.
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