"Can I ask you something?"
Is either the best or the worst question imaginable.
It can either make you or break you,
And unfortunately,
That's the harsh reality to everything.
It either makes you,
Or breaks you.
A.C

My heart is emptier than the bottle of ***** sitting on my windowsill. And those three words you said to me are burning at my throat again, and god I'm trying to forget you, but your touch is engraved all over my body. I feel it wherever I go. I can't even listen to my favorite songs without the reminder that you're gone. I can't even find beauty in the city lights the way I used to, that euphoric feeling I felt is gone. I guess when you left you took everything that I had. But that's okay because id rather feel nothing without you anyway.
-psm

I never felt
like I belonged
Anywhere
until I met you.
Before you,
I floated and drifted
but never found
a place I could call
my own.
In your arms
Was the only place
Where I ever felt
Like I belonged,
Like I was home.
That cold, February night,
I settled into you
and knew you were the home
I’d been searching for
for so long.
You silenced my demons
so I could sleep
safe and sound
next to you.
There aren’t many things
I wouldn’t give
to lie next to you again
and wake up to your lips
on my cheek,
or stay in bed with you
until the late afternoon
forgetting that
time even existed.
It wasn’t until I met you
that I realized
home isn’t a place;
sometimes it’s a person.
And mine had blue eyes,
a reckless smile,
and I loved him.
I still do.
I always will.