It's okay that you forget me. As long you're happy, I'm all right. If she can give you the world proper and perfect, doesn't break you, I think the tears will stop now. The sun is coming in. I'll be leaving.
Everything was awesome with you.
I never gave my heart restrictions or limits to love. Maybe I put a boundary. But sometimes in boundaries, construction isn't perfect. I doubt you can play Jenga proper without your eyes brimming with tears. So I let my boundaries fall. I left myself open to every insecurity I had. You know, sometimes I sit alone in a bus and I just get hit by a pang of fear. The one that makes you feel that you aren't loved. I can sit in class, in the canteen or with my group of friends. And suddenly I'm silent. Because I never had arms large enough or warm enough to surround me. To tell me I am loved.
I quit searching but I'm still waiting.
"I'm already out the door... I'm already out of here..."