I’ve spent my nights dwelling on memories that were too bittersweet for my heart to handle. I’m torn between thinking I miss you and thinking I hate you; I think the best way to sum it up is that I hate to miss you. Sometimes when melancholy washes over me I try to pretend that you never existed, just to give my heart a break. My heart won’t accept what my head already knows. I wish you never left.
It’s hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain