#sickofmissingyou

[ellaannjustellaann]

All I wanted was to be yours.

[there-is-no-me]

Cold Feet

I need you to know,

that I’m still picking up pieces.

Pieces that don’t even look like they belong to me

anymore.

That every time I drown myself in whiskey,

I taste you.

And how I can’t manage to stay in one place

for very long.

Because when I slow down for a moment.

My feet always get cold.

This isolation,

I created on my own.

But maybe deep down

I’m still hoping you’ll come home.

-Nims