second day of silence

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I didn't mean go away. More of the thought of her. I want her to text me. Tell me she loves me. Tell me that she knows what she wants. And what she wants is me.

I am a lot more like my dad than I thought. I'm watching him fight with his girlfriend.

He's following her and trying to be calm. It reminds me of how I am with her.

I follow her around. I would follow her around now if I could; telling her I love her so fucking much and that I'm sorry.

I'm so so sorry.

Will she ever actually break the silence?

If she breaks the silence will it be months from now?

Will I have gotten over her by the time she comes back?

Will she have gotten over me by the time she comes back?

Does she actually have to get over me?

Did I mean anything to her?

Do I mean as much to her as everyone is saying?

Tequila 1800. I feel it on my chest. Going down down down my throat.

Hopefully as it goes down my thoughts about her do too.

Skittles flavored nicotine on my tongue. Reminds me of the way she tastes.

How am I supposed to forget her when my biggest addiction tastes like her.

How am I supposed to forget her when my biggest addiction tastes like her

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