My thoughts are like a boomerang

They always come back to you

I believe the human experience is based around pain and recovery

And that to fully evolve into our final selves the secret is not to never give yourself to anyone

But to ensure the pieces you do give out are not shards of glass

It’s ironic how my mind races when the rest of the world is still.

I took everything I wanted from you and found it in myself.

Now every time I think of you, I’m in love with someone else.