Dear You | ✓

06.39 a.m.

Dear you,

It's horrible.

We always seem to find our way to the destructive road of wanting things we can't have and end up hurting ourselves.

I know I can't have you back but that doesn't stop me from wishing.

Oh how I wish.

Every time the clock strikes 11:11 whether it be in the morning or late at night, I make a wish.

I wish for you to come back.

For us to be the way we used to.

But even 11:11 is a lie.

Your love, your promises and your actions. Those were all lies as well.

We're all broken - some more than others. And things that we can't have are what we crave and that's what kills us the most.

- 06.39 a.m.