Last night i shattered, like glass, and it cut me deeper than anyone ever had before. I bled every single tear out of my body, and now i'm back to feeling fucking nothing again. I'm back to being as broken as i was before. I guess that i was trying to not care about losing you, but every time i remembered the way your skin used to feel against mine, i bled. Every time i remembered the way your lips felt against my skin, i broke a little more. Every time i remembered the multiple "i love you's" every fucking day of my life with you, i fucking died inside and out. You're slowly killing me, and i'm sad to tell you you're already more than halfway there, my love.
8/4/14
11:48 p.m.
YOU ARE READING
we were calamitous
Poetry"you and i were meant to collide like silken streaks across the velvet sky, we were meant to burn burn burn and rise up again from the ashes."
