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⌗ heartbreak anniversary 𓂃꒱ ❪ date : 24.01.23 ❫
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Dear Diary,
I knew that this day was going to be. Someday. Hell, I'm burning with jealousy. The anger is oozing out of me in warm tears, making its way down to my cheeks. Wait... is it anger or sadness? Regret? I don't fucking know. I just keep on weeping.
And 'tears'. Is that even the right word? I don't quite think so. It's more like my dreams and fantasies are going somewhere. They'll stay somewhere for a while and then dry up.
But my feelings for you can't seem to dry up any soon. They say, 'Woah, did we grow up, from crying in front of everyone for attention to crying in some corner of a room so to avoid getting attention?'
No.
I want your attention right now. I want you to embrace me, and caress my head with your hands; the other hand on my back as you try to soothe me.
But it's different here.
I'm crying, and it is because of you.
And there's no way you're going to soothe me.
It feels like you are a poem that I'm reading, but destiny won't let me.
