We could have grown apart the old fashioned way- watched our love get old with the seasons. Maybe it would have left us in the fall. I could’ve written a poem about how winter felt without you.
We could have broken each other’s hearts quietly. It could have been sad but simple- you’d stop laughing at my jokes and I’d fall asleep before you even came to bed. Even if our love had to die, we didn’t have to rip it apart.
I want to go back in time and kiss our foreheads. I want to apologize to our younger selves for what we are going to do to them. I want to tell them to pack their things and leave in the night before they set each other on fire. Go. Go now. You don’t have any idea what is coming for you.
It didn’t have to hurt this much. I shouldn’t still be reeling. We could have watched our love grow old with the seasons.
We haven’t parted ways
But I already know I want you back
I would chose you
Can’t believe, “how long is too long to ignore your mom?” was a real question I had to ask myself.
Mitch Winehouse, left, and Janis Winehouse, pose for a picture with a statue of their late daughter, Amy Winehouse, with actor Barbara Windsor, second right, and the artist Scott Eaton, right, after it was unveiled in Camden’s Stables Market, in London.
Picture: AP Photo/Tim Ireland
Her parent’s birthday gift to what would have been her 31st birthday.. So sad. Miss her always.
I wish it did cos it means something to literally everyone but me.
"Keep me on a short leash
and never lock me away
I’m here for right now
but I can’t promise that I’ll stay
I’ve learned feelings are fleeting &
That I should never say forever
So I ask that you’ll forgive me
Should our bond ever sever”