I'm writing in brown because this shit sucks.
driving all on my
own
You're leaving and you've been gone since December. I'm leaving because i can. because i should. your car hasn't been here since winter
i hate how winter feels when you're not here
it is spring and perfectly spring here. how ironic
red and green
i miss holding your hand and how you would examine mine i miss our walks and your knock at my door. the texts you sent me every morning that never made sense
maybe i'm making this all worse by typing it all out but i miss you. i miss you more than anything in the whole world. and if i had one wish i wouldn't choose for me to make a million dollars or win a lifetime of wishes
wish
to hold the innocent moments in my hands without needing more without feeling rushed because you were leaving accepting you and how you wanted to take things at a
s l o w e r pace
if i could
just
go to the park with you in the early morning or hold your hand under the stars one more time and show you that it is ENOUGH
enough. this time, it would be enough
if i could only have just
one
more
chance to show you that having you here with me is enough
start new knowing what i know now
