i have bookshelves of dreams. all dying to be the one i choose to live out.
i can feel it in the way your lips meet mine. your love for me is waning.
i miss you when i wake up, i miss you when im washing my hair, i miss you while i make breakfast, i miss you on the drive to work, i miss you while my boss drones on and on, i miss you while the birds chirp at lunch, i miss you when i get home, i miss you when i shower, i miss you when im in bed because you’re supposed to be there. but you’re not anymore.
i wrote all day trying to string together a sentence but i simply cannot. there are no words, feelings or colors to describe the pain you cause me.
peace seems so far away now. like it didn’t happen this lifetime but a thousand years ago.
my worst nightmare is being stuck in this terribly boring town doing something mediocre.
someday this same version of me will come sprinting back to my memory. only then will i see that her heart is out of her chest and she’s beginning to bleed out.
i’ll pray to little orange bottles or stuffy waiting rooms if it meant you would just get better.
i can see you falling away from the man i know.
you come back into my life like a lifeline every time i’m falling for someone new.