Deadly tendencies (fuenciado)

Day 11

I keep screaming at the stars.

I know it's not their fault but I just miss you.

I miss the real you.

The one that didn't pray I was drunk.

The one that didn't fear love.

The one that loved everything about anyone.

But you're not like that anymore.

I called you after you left. You didn't reply.

I left a voice mail. I said I loved you too.

You still haven't called back.

I'm going to stop writing now.

It hurts

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I went to the park we used to go to after I graduated.

You were there.

Not in a literal sense.

But you were when I was.

You were everywhere.

I felt you around me. You engulfed me and I couldn't breathe.

I'm home now.

Goodnight Vic.