sometimes i seriously doubt if i will ever recover from this loss, this bruise from losing you.
sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night to sweat soaked sheets and mascara-drenched pillow cases, curled up in full fetal-position and i think about you and how i'm lucky that i even accomplish falling sleep at all.
i think that's just the difference between the body and the mind - the body won't stop contorting itself to match your dissected heart just because you did or did not decide to say goodbye to someone.
and this is why i woke up with a knots like stones inside of my back, practically paralyzed it's like my body is trying to punish me for going against its ferocious nature. all it wants is to be back inside you.
sometimes i seriously doubt if i will ever recover from this loss, this bruise from losing you.