I wait by the Tilbury ferry,
feeling the washed out wind in my hair,
and your name in my ear,
from nobody at all.
It’s not a place that holds a place in our story,
but it’s quiet and quaint, so, I think you might like it.
I broke your heart,
and last night I wrote a song where I finally took the blame,
unreasonably, but expectedly late,
scrolling through sweet memories,
wishing I hadn’t let us go to waste for the approval of someone who was destined to despise me anyway.
Destiny and I have had many disagreements over the last few days.
I know that I’m still growing,
gaining and grasping onto the madness of hope,
but I ask, again and again,
why I had to lose you to let go.
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