I am unable to explain the pain you caused me -
I mean, you ripped open my chest and grabbed my heart like picking a flower from the grass; you showed me off in a pretty vase for people to see, but all that I wanted
were your eyes on me.
Then, when you had me for so long and my petals withered and fell and my stem arched with the weight of your voice, you took me from the vase and tossed me away like I was nothing; you just left me all alone, and it's hard because sometimes- well at all times - I think of you, and how you would laugh at my jokes with a sound that made flowers grow in my heart or how you would trace patterns on my skin with your finger tips - my god I wish they had scarred just to give me proof that you were real, that we belonged to eachother, but the marks faded as you left and you didn't even tell me why,
what did I do but give you all I could?
Now every day I just watch you from afar and you act as though nothing ever happened between us, like the nights I stayed up with you and held you as you cried were washed away like the tears on your face or how the fire in our souls would run through our veins like flames when we made love were now ash that got caught in the wind, And it ******* hurts you know, because I lay awake at night wishing you were next to me, stuck in this oblivion of nothing, you moved on like I was merely a word in your book when you were the reason I wrote mine - how could you drag me from hell just to throw me straight back in without a care in the world?
I don't know how long the pain will last but
I hope it ends soon because
I can't ****** g breathe without you
idk my pen didn't stop