I am afraid to visit again. I’m afraid you won’t smile this time.
I know that I’m missing on so much, when there’s already a lot that’s been missed. I know I’m wrong. My head is hurting. I miss you.
I am at day 41, for a reason the number looks big..
It’s so bittersweet; like an almond dipped in dark chocolate.. too many memories for an aching head, too many memories for one heart to take at a time.
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow..
For you I’d bleed myself dry