I’m a lonely girl.
Again, I’m a lonely girl again.
I miss him.
We’re all dying… I just wish I dying closer to you
I don’t need the wine or the fire:: I just want you.
Plain and simple… JUST YOU.
All anyone really, deep down to their core, is to be loved and accepted.
I miss those days. I don’t have a really good friend to share things with—emotional issues—nonsense issues—funny stuff—serious stuff. I miss being close to people but I’m not about to let anyone in until I can be okay with letting all of ME out in this fucked up world. Like it should matter?! But it matters to me.
I love you. I miss you. I want you.
I’ve got to let you go.
All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone who makes us complete. We chose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is someone searching for us.
What’s terrible is that I know I could be the most…. But …. I’m… Not.