It's been one month and five days
and I'm still trying to figure out
what it was that I did
to make you want
to forget about me so fast.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
And I'm stuck.
I'm stuck on the freckles painted on your skin.
I'm stuck on your gentle carresses of your soft but rough hands, tracing endlessly pointless patterns on my back.
I'm stuck on your raspy voice after you've been laying with me for a while and are beginning to fall sleepy.
But I'm also stuck on the weeks of silence.
I'm stuck on the broken promises.
I'm stuck on the false hope.
I'm stuck on how one year ago, or even five months, you said you loved me to no end.
You said you'd never leave again.
It ended.
You left.
And I'm stuck.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC