nothing. i feel nothing.
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
i’m suffering. sinking into the furthest depths of misery. and yet it feels holy.
when i can’t sleep at night, it is your memory playing in my head that keeps me awake.
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
the taste of tragedy is so fresh on my tongue. i believe the aftertaste shall linger forever.
i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
i pine from a distance for once.
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.
cold air hits my lungs and i finally feel alive again.