Heartbreak might be killing me.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. you make me happy when skies are grey….🎼🎼
Well, my sunshine is gone, the skies are grey and my happiness?
Did you know that hysterical crying can induce asthma?
Heartbreak might be killing me… literally
I’m worried I won’t find another like you. Someone that’ll get me like you do.
Who’s dreams will intertwine with mine, who’s ambition will match mine.
One that will catch my sarcasm and dark humor, melancholic yet so full of life.
I’m a little worried there won’t be another you.
Knock the breath out of me on a random Tuesday because you remembered I hate sweet food and ordered the right wings.
Blow me away on a random Thursday by surprising me with shawarma because I haven’t been eating properly and I’m too anxious about life.
Tell me to stop asking “where am I going?” And “why is this happening?” And just live.
I’m worried you’ve taken me away and I’m not available to anyone else.
I’m worried you are the standard that no one else will meet.
Every morning, I hope it was a nightmare.
I generally descend into tears once I realize that being awake is the nightmare because it was only in my dreams that I had my sunshine.
My dreams of a life so full and perfect. Harmoniously haphazard with moments of beauty.
Were you even real? Did you actually exist? Did we really happen?
Don’t wake me up.
Let me sleep.