sometimes, i think i’m over it all

till it’s 3am 

and i’m up alone

wondering where it all went wrong 

the tears will sting my eyes

as our happy moments come flooding my mind

i’ll hate myself a lot for missing you

and even moreso, for still loving you

i’ll hit my chest a lot

as if that will ease the ache i feel

but after it all

i’ll still think about how your hand felt in mine

i’ll remember how i trusted you, 

how i believed in us…

how i thought everything could be better

i’ll feel stupid for that

i’ll never forget how i tried

because damn, i really wanted there to be an us

and i know there would never be an us

but i can’t stop wishing

because, in the end, 

you taught me how to love

but not how to stop

~yusie.ii🩷