I was talking to her about it.
And I…didn’t know what to say.
I’d like to pretend that the actions were different and the outcomes still the same, but either way there were broken hearts.I just wish she’d bloody understand—I’m not worth the time. 7 months, I’m not worth the goddamn time. Dark is right. Find some sun…I wasn’t the right sliver of moonlight. I’m never going to be. Dark side or bursting with sunlight, the shadows I created aren’t worth hiding in forever. They are so small compared to the life that there is out there.
I wish you’d take the credit you deserve, create the opportunity you want, and take the damn world by storm already.
Let those eyes go. They weren’t worth more than a few seconds of contact.
If she see’s what I see, then you’re always worth the time- no matter how trying you are or the situation.
