I feel him through my bones like the way the whiskey made me feel okay again

slowly, then all at once.


I could see his hands on the ******* of another woman and his eyes wanting her like the way I cried and yelled his name alone on my bed

passionately, and undiluted


I saw his face smiling at my stories and jokes like the way the words "I love you" fell out of his mouth

forced, and heartbreakingly austere


I stopped crying over him like the way I finished the painting on my easel

I never did.

unrequited love is the most painful thing I've ever felt

It's touching a hot hand to a block of ice

It's the deficit between a snow peak of a mountain and the unforgiving sea

It's waking up at 8 am and staying in bed until dinner

It's bags under eyes and shaky hands

It's the only thing that he's ever given to me that has stayed with me this long