The reason I don't miss you anymore is because I got used to not having you.
One day passed.
One week.
One month.
7 months and 18 days later.
My heart shatters time to time, nothing that poison can't fix.
It's killing me inside all over, one thing led to another.
Would you be okay with it?
If you are just tell me and I won't hesitate to give into the temptation.
It's warm outside, it warms my outer body.
Not my insides though, they are still slowly dying and cold.
I feel as if I touch you you'll be whole again and as soon as I let go I'll demolish our well being.
I'll continue to play the same song and create scenarios.
My brain is stuck In twister season.