I just want to say the things we're all thinking.
You're thinking about how it felt when he smiled at you for the first time.
How his lips tasted like mint and cigarettes.
You're thinking about your first kiss with him now aren't you?
How it felt to feel wanted in the most romantic way.
Now he smiles at her.
Now she taste his lips and doesn't even appreciate the smell of cigarettes his breath carries that he tried to hide with mint.
Now he looks at her and undresses her in his mind like he used to undress you.
You miss him.
You miss the way he used to tell you "You're mine."
He doesn't care anymore and it's killing you.
This is what all of us broken hearts need.
What we need to hear is hidden in our skin so we tear it open with blades until we are satisfied.
We never find what we need.
So we dig deeper into our broken souls and continue to bleed.