Rewriting The Stars

I'll sob and cry my heart out, drowning my sorrows in a gallon of ice-cream. But then I'll stand back up, wipe the tears from my face, put a bandaid over my heart, and move on with my life. You won't be the death of me, because you're not that special. I'll be okay without you.

Vodka burns my throat and your name hurts my head. But I'd rather be blacked out with a hangover, than stare at my hands, trying to remember what it was like to touch you.

Why didn't anyone ever tell me that you could be broken by the very one who made you whole in the first place?

As much as it hurt to lose our relationship, nothing hurt worse than losing you as my best friend. But in the end, i guess you felt our relationship was more important than our friendship.

As pointless as it is, I still look for you in the crowds at school - hoping to miraculously see you again. I feel like an idiot every time I do, but I can't help it. I need the hope I feel when I look. But the disappointment I feel when you're nowhere to be seen, I could do without.

He kissed my nose and told me loved me and this time he actually meant it. Smiles and pure love and happiness filled the air. Then I woke up... to you not talking to me. And the sky began to cry because everyone thought we would last, even me.

Out of the corner of my eye, a guy appears wearing a plaid shirt and ear buds stuck in his ears, oblivious to the world. My heart skips a beat as I quickly turn, thinking it's my love. Disappointedly, my heart sinks once again as I realize sadly, no, it was only someone who looks vaguely similar to him. Now back to scanning the crowds for him, as if the brief bit of false hope didn't cut me deep. I must really miss him to see him in random people.