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It's doesn't matter how u were raised. It's your responsibility to grow up

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coquettefrat

Something in the way you hold the packet in your hands, some stupid little voice in my head.

Something that makes me act almost subconsciously.

The lighter warms my fingers as I hold it close.

Smoke fills my lungs and your eyes are burning holes in my back.

And I know.

I know he used to smoke the same brand.

I'm talking close to your face and I know that my breath reminds you of him.

Yet I'm not him. Yet you wouldn't think of kissing me. Yet your eyes still glisten for him.

And I keep inhaling and drowning in this haze.

And I keep holding you close. And I smile because I'm smelling your scent. And you smile because I smell like him. And I stay.

And I see my fingers wrap around the fucking cig again. And as I strike the lighter for the third time I feel you pulling me closer. And I wonder if your head on my chest makes it easier to hear my heartbeat. And I wonder if it reminds you of him. I wonder if his heart ever beaten like this.

But I say nothing, instead I just pull you closer and see you close your eyes while hugging me back.

And I try not to think about.

I try to think it's me you wanted to hug.

I try to think it's me you're thinking of.

I try.

The packet is empty.

prokopetz

You are an unreliable narrator because your coping mechanisms for your deep-seated trauma forbid you from acknowledging the reality of the situation. I am an unreliable narrator because I sincerely have no idea what the fuck is going on.

oldwinesoul

feelingsoftheday

you’re now living in the part where everything starts clicking

recked

coquettefrat

I searched for You. Yesterday. And the day before. When I was alone. When I was out with friends. When I was about to sleep and wanted to think of something comforting. When I woke up. When I was drawing. When a person was flirting with me. When I was sad and wanted a hug. When I was having fun.

Your image came to my mind like a scattered puzzle. And I found comfort and pain in each one of them. I never piece the pieces together, I let them scattered like broken mirror. Reflections of You on the sharp pieces, where I sometimes comfort myself looking at, or hurt myself trying to hold on to. A piece of your golden hair streak here, Your big brown eyes on another. Freckles and Your beauty mark, messy jet black hair, unapologetic smiles, green eyes. Pieces painted with memories so vibrant, they burn holes in your mind, but can't look away. Tangled bodies in the morning sun, cautious fingers slowly moving together scared yet yearning to touch, angry confessions and angrier apologies, loud heartwarming laughters and soft whispers. The mismatched pieces of an unfinished puzzle, the deafening silence of the unsaid "I love you"s, the grasp of hands that no longer hold you.

I keep remembering You. I keep finding You everywhere yet in no one. I keep looking for You. In everything.