I still stay up thinking about him, remembering how happy our love made me.
I just wish he would do the same, you know?
It's like..
I just want him to think of me.
I want, so badly, for him to think of me on rainy days and on sunny days and on days where he's so happy that he can't stop smiling and i want him to think of me on days where he's so sad that he can't even breathe.
I want him to think of me and smile and i want him to think of me and cry.
i want him to look at the ocean waves and think of me, i want him to look at sunsets and think of me and i want him to look at sunrises and think of me and all about the love we shared.
I want him to think about holding me close and my eyes and the way our hands moulded into each others perfectly.
I want him, so badly.
I'm not sure if he does too, you know?
He doesn't make any effort, and me?
Ha. I still love him, even after all this time.
Goddammit.
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Poesia"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts
