I’m writing our last chapter and I don’t know how it ends.
But the one thing I do know is that lovers don’t end up as friends.
I picked my phone up, with my hands pressed against the keyboard
Looking at your last msg I threw my phone across my bed.
You know I’m good at writing I could say exactly what I mean
but I just stare at it for days, what a romance novel seen
I don’t know where to go from here,
You know I said it as a joke once
“Where are they now?” Lol not speaking,
That was one of the last times we ever spoke
I look back to my notes what exactly happened there
I could end the story here but would you think that’s unfair?
I close my eyes, imagined myself in your brain cause what the hell are you thinking driving me so incredibly insane ?
I wanna give it a happy ending because I want that for me
but I want someone who knows on the first date not change their minds after 3
Someone that talks to my family and then brings me home
Not someone that says “I WANT to be together” then leaves me alone
I could rewrite the beginning, remove some of my hope
delete you all together that’ll be one way to cope
Make our romance into a tragedy
What would Romeo and Juliet say ?
I was holding out for our future but for you it’s just another day
At least that’s what it seems.
I don’t want to be a fighter, I don’t want to be part of some game
I want the “after meeting you nobody could’ve ever made me feel the same”
I don’t want to create us, put to words what we do
Why do I have to be the one to write when someone tells me “I love you”
There’s madness in love, All these things I’ve made
Why do I have to be courageous when somebody else gets to be afraid
So what will it be then? These choices you make
Because I am not someone who for granted you take.