It’s odd isn’t it?
Three years just disappears & i’m expected to be fine.
It’s strange isn’t it?
How my breath catches when I pass where we first kissed.
It’s obscure isn’t it?
That seeing you makes my heart genuinely hurt.
It’s weird isn’t is?
To lose a best friend and a love all in one cheap shot.
It’s all just fucked, isn’t it?






