Not a day goes by where you don’t write about him.
Each passing day,
you end up exhaling his name on loose papers,
bleeding out words that he continues to take for granted.
He made promises that he didn’t keep,
yet every time he returns with sweet words tucked in his hands,
you end up falling all over again.
But I think deep down,
you know that you never really did fall out in the first place
because that’s the kind of heart you have - a big one.
The kind of heart that longs for kept promises,
for sweet butterflies, and for an everlasting love.
The kind of heart that longs for a mutual love
because you give everything
and you just want someone to do the same for you.
Remember how you were there for me
when I was a mess and I couldn’t breathe
without exhaling pieces of him?
this is me being here for you this time around.
This is me telling you that you will find someone, someday,
who will tattoo his promises on his arms
rather than keep them loose in his hands.
You will meet someone who will breathe in your words
and give his exhales
when you’re running out of air to breathe.
You will find someone who will give you his whole heart,
placing it right next to yours
so you can feel it beat your name.
it’s okay to ache for him right now.
It’s okay to hate him and love him at the same time.
It’s okay to long for his words, his hands, and his heart.
It’s okay to feel nothing and everything at the same time.