It has been 217 days since you decided to leave but why is it that I can still feel you pulling me into your arms every other night?
I have been rubbing the walls of my bedroom with sandpaper, hoping it could remove any traces of you that are left...
I did the same thing to my skin
Everytime someone asks me when will I see someone new I try my hardest to hold my breath, resisting from answering
"My heart"
Sigh
"He still has my heart"
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
It has been 217 days since you decided to leave but why is it that I can still feel you pulling me into your arms every other night?
I have been rubbing the walls of my bedroom with sandpaper, hoping it could remove any traces of you that are left...
I did the same thing to my skin
Everytime someone asks me when will I see someone new I try my hardest to hold my breath, resisting from answering
"My heart"
Sigh
"He still has my heart"
Written some time ago.
I stopped counting
