Sometimes, I think I keep these boys around because of the sweet, sweet words they say to me. That words, I don’t know if you ever wanted to, why you never did, why you waited so long.
But I think that’s why I talk to them, because now that I don’t have you around to remind me, I need someone else. Now that you decided you don’t want me, there is someone else that does.
Someone to tell me, that I have a nice smile.
Or that I am too amazing to be real.
Or that I’m the bestest ever.
and you couldn’t even say you loved me.
and here I am, remembering people not by names or faces, but by the spaces that they try to fill, the spaces you left behind that now hold on to polite compliments and sweet words.
