Losing you was like losing a part of me I will never get back.
It felt like someone had died and taken me with them, but instead of eternal sleep I was constantly awake. After I lost you I went days with out sleeping, I lost count after a while of how many hours I spent wishing you would come back to me.
Seeing you in the hallway, in class, in my dreams was like seeing a ghost haunting me day and night.
Watching as you slowly drifted further and further out to sea made me feel like I was the one drowning.
Hearing your name made my heart pound, no longer with excitement, but with longing. My heartstrings no longer played a peaceful melody but a poor arrangement of dissonant notes played on a broken harp.
Telling myself I didn't love you anymore burned like the cheap ***** I tried to erase you with.
I tried so hard to forget or replace you. I found someone who told me all the things you used to say, but it wasn't the same.
I still think I see your ghost sometimes, laughing with our friends or playing your guitar, and each time my heart skips a beat thinking maybe you've come back but I know that isn't how this works, and I know your ghost is really just the smoke of a bridge I never meant to burn.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
Losing you was like losing a part of me I will never get back.
It felt like someone had died and taken me with them, but instead of eternal sleep I was constantly awake. After I lost you I went days with out sleeping, I lost count after a while of how many hours I spent wishing you would come back to me.
Seeing you in the hallway, in class, in my dreams was like seeing a ghost haunting me day and night.
Watching as you slowly drifted further and further out to sea made me feel like I was the one drowning.
Hearing your name made my heart pound, no longer with excitement, but with longing. My heartstrings no longer played a peaceful melody but a poor arrangement of dissonant notes played on a broken harp.
Telling myself I didn't love you anymore burned like the cheap ***** I tried to erase you with.
I tried so hard to forget or replace you. I found someone who told me all the things you used to say, but it wasn't the same.
I still think I see your ghost sometimes, laughing with our friends or playing your guitar, and each time my heart skips a beat thinking maybe you've come back but I know that isn't how this works, and I know your ghost is really just the smoke of a bridge I never meant to burn.
