It has been many months,
but the same is still as present as it was the day
you told me you didn't give a **** about me.
I've tried to wash you out of my mouth with the saliva of other boys,
but yours had a unique taste.
Now you’re not in my mouth,
but you’re constantly jumping in and out of my head.
I have compared them all to you.
The way you made me feel special and
the way you made me feel like ****.
Every detail of you is scattered all over everywhere.
I take three showers a day to try and wash you out of my
emotional,
mental,
and physical being.
When I sleep at night, your hands touch me all over and
you whisper sweet nothings into my ears,
but when i wake up full of hope,
I'm left with the darkness and shadows of my room.
I actually heard my heart shatter when i scrolled through your Instagram.
The shards are so small but they hurt so bad.
I’ve tried throwing them up,
I’ve tried sleeping them off,
but they’re still here.
GET OUT OF ME! ALL OF YOU!!!
please.
It’s unbearable.