I know what it's like to love with every single vein in your body
and i know what its like to lose it.
And when i say lose it,
I don't just mean the love.
Because you mind your mind will go with it.
And the next thing you know,
you have spent the last three weeks eating ice cream for dinner at six o'clock at night,
going to bed at nine,
because you would rather be asleep
that consciously reminded that she's gone.
Two words that can make a fifty year old supposedly heartless veteran feel empty in the pit of his stomach that was just fed.
After all, no matter how many meals
no matter how much liquor he drank,
it was never enough to make him feel full.
But she will make you feel full.
She will make you feel filled to the rim,
brimming with beauty and excitement.
Smiling wider than the crescent moon
for teeth on the Cheshire Cat,
for she made me feel like I belonged in wonderland.
And she will do the same to you.
She will also fool your flaws,
to think that they're lovely,
And she will trick you,
into thinking you are too.
And you will stay up all night talking on the phone
for months,
(i would recommend napping),
because who wants to sleep anyways,
when you're in love?
And you will fall hard.
Until the phone calls get shorter.
And the hair pulling gets softer.
And every ******* thing you began to love about yourself
becomes the reasons that she left.
And you will wait until someone from your fifth period chemistry class who was always secretly jealous of her feelings for you whispers across the room, "She's gone."
Two words.
They hit me like a bullet too.