I Wrote This For You

by pleasefindthis

July always has an opinion on everything.

And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.

And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

And as I went to hell, the devil asked me if it was worth it. I said yes. Yes it was.

The least you could do, is uncross your heart. Unhope to die.

The good news is, this wouldn’t be the first time someone’s crawled, tooth and nail, out of hell.

I believe there are moments in your life when you have to dance like everyone is watching.

That being alone means you’re free.