My heart is burning inside of my chest and only you can put out the fire. I want this to stop. I want to be whole again. I left half of me at your house in your bed and I can’t get it back. You sleep with half of me and you don’t even know it. A week after we broke up I heard you talking, you said you washed your sheets and blankets. I wonder if you did it to **** my scent, while all I’m doing is trying to hold onto yours. I still remember the way I ran my hands down your chest, and you put your hand on my back. I hope when you sleep you remember the way I couldn’t fall asleep without the blankets. Now you probably wrap yourself in them. You need something to fill the space I left. I wonder if you still fall asleep early. I used to tease you about it, but I secretly loved it because you were so calm. I still haven’t washed my sheets and the blanket smells like you. Please come back. Make me feel safe again. Wrap your arms around me and rub my stomach. Give me a goodnight kiss like you used to. Who are we kidding, though? You never loved me. You were long gone before I even got in your bed that night. You were long gone when I smiled and said I loved you, you stiffened and turned away. I should have left at that point, but I was determined to make you feel something… but how can you make someone love you? I shouldn’t have gotten in bed with you that night.
This isn't actually about *** just fyi. We just slept with each other. Like sleep and cuddling was all that occurred.