quiet nights, loud thoughts

Cold coffee and colder feelings.

Hard to forget someone who was part of every plan.

I'm fine. (I'm not.)

I didn't lose you, I lost the idea of you.

Feeling everything and nothing at once.

The quiet after the storm feels lonely.

Tired of being the strong one.

I'm okay, just a little broken.

I keep rereading old messages.

Tears are just feelings that ran out of room.

The silence says a lot.

Healing hurts before it helps.

Empty room, full of memories.

When the playlist gets too real.

Why is moving on so slow?