The End of an Era
To the man that broke me,
On Monday, I looked at my Claddagh Ring and I thought of you.
On Tuesday, I passed the Mormon Temple and I thought of you.
On Wednesday, I heard a night train and I thought of you.
On Thursday, I heard “Lips of an Angel” and I thought of you.
On Friday, I crossed over Mission Rd. and I thought of you.
On Saturday, I woke up at 3 am because of a nightmare and I thought of you.
You weren’t just a star to me, you were the whole damn sky.
On days, I want someone to hold me, I think of you.
On days, I’m having trouble with my classes, I think of you.
On days, I want to talk to someone, I think of you.
On days, I feel like I’m drowning, I think of you.
On days, I get stressed out, I think of you.
On days, I feel anxious, I think of you.
On days, I think my world is collapsing, I think of you.
Falling in love is like giving someone a loaded gun pointed straight at your heart and trusting them not to pull the trigger.
On nights, I’m crying at 3 am, I think of you.
On nights, I’m feeling nauseous, I think of you.
On nights, I’m shivering because it’s so cold, I think of you.
On nights, I want to fall asleep next to someone, I think of you.
On nights, I can’t sleep, I think of you.
On nights, I can’t stop thinking, I think of you.
On nights, I hear strange noises, I think of you.
No one ever gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming, hearing lies, and hurting.
