All I remember is that it hurt.
It hurt to look at her.
I find myself going back to the first kiss.
I always thought I was the lucky one.
Now I'm the unfortunate one.
Funny how things change.
I spend hours trying to make it through each day.
Picking up pieces along the way, as if life is some sort of puzzle.
This couldn't be what you wanted.
I thought it was us, you wanted.
Lovesick, lost, or just flat out heartbroken. That's me.
I look in the mirror every morning.
All i see is a smile i don't believe in, starring back at me.
I find myself trying going back to the first kiss
but all I remember is that it hurt.
It hurt to look at her.