“I got tired of you talking about your country The way you got tired of me talking about my city The truth is we were foreigners in our own relationship Just visiting for the allure Distracted by the sights and fresh experiences Our excitement was mistaken for love We forgot about home until the sickness struck Over staying the visit
We looked at each other and only saw foreigners”
“Heartbreak is an odd experience. At 7am you wish you could snooze your alarm and hide from the sunlight. At 10 you feel unstoppable and like maybe today is the day the heartbreak will ease. At 1pm you’re crying at your desk silently, hoping no one will notice and at 2 you’re running to the bathroom because you feel nauseous. At 3 you feel like you can manage. At 5 you’re exhausted from your heart leading you on this emotional roller coaster
and your brain unsuccessfully trying to take back control. Come 8 o’clock and you’re squeezing your pillow, howling out to the moon wishing you could feel anything, anything but this.”
