Stuck.

I don’t think i’m stuck on you, i’m stuck on the idea of what could have been. The idea of me and you, the conversations we had on your bed about the future and us two. My beautiful storm, my dark skies painted blue…if only we would have tried a little harder. If only you would have tried. Don’t you ever wonder what we could have been? What do I do with all the plans I had for you ? But maybe this is what was meant to be, maybe this was as good as we got. You were meant to be no more than just my beautiful storm,my dark skies painted blue and I can no longer hold on to you.

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