i did not know heartache until you left. sometimes i think life waited too long to break me.
and i cannot look to you for answers, because i may never get them. looking to you will only break me over and over again, and i am tired of picking up the pieces.
what if everything we wanted, wanted us at the exact same time. how silly that would be, how catastrophic. we would never grow.
perhaps it was my turn to not get what i wanted. to feel the gut-wrenching pull of love-lossed.
i can assign all sorts of meaning to our meeting, but none of them have any meaning to me.
so i sit, broken. gutted by the sheer mention of your name.
you are the ghost in my machine.
<3
lorna suspender in red and pink