Recovery

3 Years From Now

Three years later I'm still stuck. I see him in everything and it's ruining me. It's tearing me apart. I see him in the clouds and I see him in the stars. I see him in myself and I see him in everybody else. Everywhere I look and he's still fucking there. They say your first love teaches you everything and then breaks you apart so that your second love can hold you together again. But what if even after your second and third love, you're still infatuated with the same fucking person? They tell you how to love somebody but they never tell you how to break them apart. So here, I'll help you a little:

You hold her in your arms and tell her you'll love her until the world stops. You tell her that her eyes rival any paintings of Van Gogh and that her voice beats any sweet symphony of Mozart's any day. You tell her that you would like to dance along side them for eternity. You tell her that her soul feels like spring- freeing, soft, light, and warm. You tell her that her tongue feels like winter-glimmering and glistening, smooth and right. You tell her that no matter what season it is, you will love her through the hurricanes and the blizzards and the tornadoes. You tell her that her heart feels like home, that it's pulse is your safe place. You tell her you don't feel more comfortable anywhere except for her arms. 

Your sweet nothings spill out of your mouth like water from a faucet and she can't even tell. She's too busy catching them in a damn coffee cup to save so that she can return to you whenever she feels like she is losing herself. You split her open and tear her down and then you leave her in the rubble without another word. That is how you break her apart. And fuck, is that easy for you to do. Three years later you still don't give a shit while I'm still stuck on that same goddamn smile you give every girl you touch.