There are days where my thoughts trail back to you and days where you are nothing but a ghost in my past.
I have come to realize that you weren’t as important as I led myself believe.
It’s funny how your own mind can play tricks on you.
I was constantly reaching out for a hand that was never mine to hold.
I was searching in crowds for a woman who was a complete stranger for a year-would you even recognize you?
My heart aches for a connection that wasn’t sought out from survival instinct.
I was grasping at straws to revive something that had been long dead, all the while you were already onto your next victim.
They say love is blind but I fear it is lust that causes us to lose our senses.