Not all bad

Guess the good thing about heartaches are
It makes you lose appetite
It makes you sleep more (or not at all)
It forces you to find things to distract yourself with
It's supposed to teach you to show the best of you-
How patient you are,
How pure your heart is,
How sincere your intentions are,
How understanding you are,
But instead it fights these sides of you with
Why must I give in,
Why can't I leave
Why do I care in the first place
Do I really have that much to lose

The best thing about heartache is
You can get used to it
Though each comes like a tidal wave,
You'll end up in the same position whispering to yourself with a small sigh,
"Here we go again".

Who knew

Didn't think I could feel this much this fast
No idea if experience is making me more impulsive and less patient
Or if it's just... you.

Please run away
Please stay by my side

I miss you

Three words
We often say it to people we don't mean it the most for
We often mean it for people we see too often
We often mean it for people who we used to know,
People still in our lives
We're often tied
Doesn't make the feeling any less real

Two of you

Two people,
I'm fighting for
Maybe not enough,
Maybe too much
I cannot tell
Because they're not as honest to me as I am to them
Because they leave texts unanswered even after I double, triple texted them
They leave me hanging when I pour my honest thoughts
I know sometimes it takes nudging,
And it's more them than me,
But I also know sometimes it's not worth trying
I sure hope not but I mean,
Could it be?

Who allowed you

This grip on me
I can see you leaving our ties tethered on nothing, just leaving to the wind to decide when it falls out of reach
Why do I keep trying when I know for sure that you have the capability to be nice but is blatantly not using it?

I fear when the day comes you find courage to move further,
I would've been bored.