the smell of your skin lingers on me.
It’s crazy. My mind is scattered. With each passing moment, my heart aches with the same familiar feeling. Everyday I find myself putting things off for another day. I don’t know exactly what I’m waiting for. In two weeks I will be moving to a new city.. all alone. As usual, I’m having second thoughts on my decisions once again. Maybe it’s the image of you in tears, begging for me to stay, that you’ve changed, for real this time. The pain I see in your eyes as you tell me that you can’t live without me. Truth is, I secretly enjoy your pain. I know what you’re thinking.. I’m a horrible person. Maybe I am, just a little bit. But is it so wrong.. when you’ve hurt me all this time?
If I could, I would pack you into one of those large cardboard boxes and take you with me. The thing is.. you wouldn’t even want to go. You want me to stay here, and pick you over all my dreams. Well.. you’re not exactly my prince charming. And I honestly don’t think you’re worth any amount of sacrifice right now. I really wish I could say otherwise.. I’ll miss you.
