My mind stretches outward.
AS my fist reaches the wall.
Bruising the skin and muscles.
I think of him,
Dark hair.
Blue eyes..
I close my own,
As tears reach me.
I miss you...
My god I miss you...
I tell myself to forget you,
When I have forgiven you.
My heart still feels like yours,
My mind..
Is somewhere else..
Please be alive..
Live your life to the fullest..
I will see you one day..
My dark one..
Fading into sleep,
I only dream of him.
When my heart is someone elses.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
My mind stretches outward.
AS my fist reaches the wall.
Bruising the skin and muscles.
I think of him,
Dark hair.
Blue eyes..
I close my own,
As tears reach me.
I miss you...
My god I miss you...
I tell myself to forget you,
When I have forgiven you.
My heart still feels like yours,
My mind..
Is somewhere else..
Please be alive..
Live your life to the fullest..
I will see you one day..
My dark one..
Fading into sleep,
I only dream of him.
When my heart is someone elses.
Why Do I still think about him? It's making me cry because I wish my reaction to what he did was different.. I still love and care for him.. But does he think of me?
