It’s nights like these where I wish I didn’t have to sleep alone. That my pillows weren’t my only source of comfort. I wish I had you by my side to hold me tight and tell me everything’s going to be okay. I wish you knew what to say to make the hurt go away. Somedays I wish I wasn’t the emotional wreck that I can be, and that I could simply say “fuck it” and dip like I always do. It’s what I know best, but I know it’s not the solution. Somedays I wish your pride didn’t exist, and you could prevent the hurt before it began.
It’s nights like these where I wish you had stayed awake just a little bit longer so I wouldn’t have to cry anymore. But I guess I can only hope.
And I know I’d never change a thing about you, it’s just thoughts like these that catch my troubled head while you’re away…