I still have nightmares about you. I wished they’d stop. I have deja vu A LOT. I don’t see these coming true though. Thus, they are nightmares.
I love you. But I don’t see a miracle on the horizon. Yet I can’t shake it. Hopeless.
I want(ed) to love you. But miscommunication, or lack thereof, seemed to derail us (story of my fuckin life). I thought maybe we could pick up where we left off. But you “can’t”… guess not.
I used to love you. But that was YEARS ago. And although I’m glad you’ve found your way back into my life. It’s just not going past where it’s at. (but the piercing down below was a welcome surprise)
“It’ll be so much to be said but no one’ll convey it
The relationship will be over but no one’ll say it
A doomed fate, livin with who you’d
Ex-life partners trying to co-exist as roommates
Once you go through it, you’ll believe it
And you’ll never give a woman more than you’ll want her to leave with”