I’ve been awake for 19 hours.
And the only words that cross my mind
are that I miss you
and that you disappoint me
(more than anyone ever has)
The bags under my eyes
are growing heavier with every
tick from my watch face.
Yet all I can do is ponder
what I could’ve done right.
The scratches on my back
are nothing compared
to the ones on your wrist.
And you can’t ******* blame me for that.
It wouldn’t be your place.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
I’ve been awake for 19 hours.
And the only words that cross my mind
are that I miss you
and that you disappoint me
(more than anyone ever has)
The bags under my eyes
are growing heavier with every
tick from my watch face.
Yet all I can do is ponder
what I could’ve done right.
The scratches on my back
are nothing compared
to the ones on your wrist.
And you can’t ******* blame me for that.
It wouldn’t be your place.
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