"god, i miss you. i miss the way you looked at me, the way you held me. sometimes you would hold me like i was the most fragile thing on earth, like i would disappear if you held me too tight. when you held me like that, you'd have this look of such caring in your eyes, so much adoration.
other times you would hold me so tight i couldn't breathe, like you were holding yourself together by holding me so tight that i wouldn't fall apart either. when you held me like that, your eyes were always squeezed shut, and you had a frown on your face, like you were thinking too much about the worst that could happen.
but i guess the worst has happened, right? you left, you moved on... and me? i relapsed. i drank and smoked and cried and bled. but where were you? with her."
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101 voicemails
Poetry"hey, it's me again..." 101 voicemails about loving, breaking, and healing.
