I’m so sick of the hills around my house that I dont even want to run. like, just give me some flatlands.
last night I was the cliche
I was the heartbroken girl watching every move.
I walked around, begging for some conversation starter to come in my mind.
I was the one he turned away from to talk to someone else, to her.
I walked off holding hands with someone else, silently begging him to notice.
and then said some excuse to stop kissing so i could watch them get in his truck and drive away.
the timing of our relationship was all wrong. all wrong. but now theres nothing I want more, except maybe to run to SLO to escape him. to prove I don’t need him, when really he’s a huge part of what made me stay.