I’ve stopped writing about you.
Maybe it’s because I don’t love you anymore,
Or maybe it’s because there is nothing left to say.
Since you left there’s no more goodbyes,
That is something I don’t want to admit,
I want to feel your touch again.
I can’t write anything about being angry at you,
Or loving you,
Or holding your hand,
That’s already been done,
Here I am still being angry, loving you and craving to feel your fingers entwined with mine.
All I’m left with is a bunch of poem’s in my diary about our small time together and a bunch of feelings I don’t even want to think about.
I don’t want to write about how I felt on the day I first met you,
How I felt when I fell in love with you,
And how I felt when I lost you.
There is nothing left unsaid.
You left,
It’s as simple as that.
the mess you left in my head is anything but simple.  (via iclungtoy0u)

You just wrote what I feel.