it's strange, isn't it, how silence doesn't just sit quietlyit screams.... three days. only three days; but it feels like i've been trapped in an endless winter. the kind where even the walls ache, where the air tastes like absence, where your name rings in my chest until I swear it's bruising me from the inside out.
i keep rereading our old conversations like a lunatic, chasing warmth from ashes. each word feels like a ghost pressing cold fingers against my ribs. i tell myself to stop, but my hands keep scrolling, desperate, pathetic. do you even think about me anymore? or have you already buried me, left me to rot in the part of your story you'll never revisit?
six months. that's all it was, but god, it was enough to carve you into my bloodstream. the way you laughed like it was a secret only i was allowed to hear. the softness of your eyes in the quiet, half-asleep moments when the world was ours. the way my name lived safer on your lips than anywhere else. now it's all locked away, severed by a block, like i'm disposable, like i was a phase you outgrew
you told me we'd never part and like a fool, i built my heart around those words. now every piece of me is splintered by the lie, jagged edges cutting deeper every time i remember how certain you sounded. How certain i was
what keeps me awake isn't just the loss..it's the choice. you chose this. you chose silence. you chose distance. you chose to let me bleed alone.....
and I don't know what's worse; that i lost you..or.. that you were willing to let me go so easily
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