Thinking about thoughts that shouldn’t be
Wishing for the impossible
Regretting the past
"It makes, much more sense to live in the present tense."
But I can’t forget
Can’t help but wonder
If things would’ve been different
Can’t help but miss you
But, no.
Got myself in this mess of emotions
Now it’s my sentence to serve
I always want what I can’t have
But what I have is never good enough
No matter who or what it is
Happiness it’s a lost word in my vocabulary
False infatuation, regret, attachment
Are all that control my thoughts
Happy anniversary to the one that is no longer mine
I love you still, and always will.