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When I look at the stars, I think of you. When I look at the trees, I think of you. When I look at the grass, I think of you. When I hear a new song, I think of you. When I hear a weird creature howling in the night, I think of you. When I feel the bed, I think of you. When I feel warm, I think of you. When I feel cold, I think of you. I think of you. All of the time.
@fsyousaf
When you left, the worst thing wasn’t the cold in my bed. Neither the heat in my heart that you burned down.
When you left, the worst thing wasn’t the need to hear your voice or to talk to you about what’s going on.
When you left, the worst thing wasn’t crying myself to sleep. Neither the screaming in the middle of the night when I realized you wouldn’t come back.
When you left, the worst thing was losing me. You made it look so easy to leave me. Like I was nothing. Like everything you ever told me was a lie. Like you didn’t need me at all. Like nobody could ever need or love me.
And I think that broke me.
You took a part of me when you left ...
When You Left
I feel like I've been thrust into a vast ocean I can't understand, that I'll never understand. Does anyone actually understand life? I need a life vest, but I'm not wearing one. I'll tread water for a while, but my body will grow too tired to continue, and I will eventually drown in my own ocean of tears. The ones you gave me, when you left.
They say that memories of those we lost will hurt more at first, but that, with time, they become something to smile about, to celebrate, to comfort. But it's been years, and that's not happened. I can't think of you without breaking down, I can't look at your photo without my heart skipping multiple beats, and I can't escape all your favorite things, it's like they follow me, reminding me that you're still right here with me, even though I can't see or hear or touch or smell you again,
And I guess that just has to be enough.
“I fear that I will get so far, just for everything to fall.”
-E. // please let this work //
I gave you too much of me that when you left, it's like my soul has left my body too.
P.G.G
