Two good morning texts destined to be left and never opened.
I guess i was a bit too foolish for waiting around and hoping.
Hoping that you would love me the same way that I loved you.
Because I'm sick and tired of trying.
Because you always prove that you're over me.
I'm forgotten and in the past.
And God, I hope one day that I can move on that fast.
But i have a question.
Does he even appreciate the way your nose wrinkles up whenever you smile?
The way your lips turn upwards at the edges
The sparkle in your eye that made me stare for a while.
I bet he doesn't even love the way you repeat the same thing over, and over, and over.
And you'd say to me "oh my god, I'm the worst."
But I'd listen with intent and love.
Even if it was the millionth time, the same as the first.
