Friday, April 31
Day four came along and I thought I was cured. Then I saw you holding his hand and I knew I was far from being fixed.
How do you move on so quickly? Two and a half years later and it takes less than 4 days to find someone new. So many questions load through my head and I want to shoot you with every single one of them. Do you love him? How long has it been going on for? Why did you hurt me? Why was I not enough? I can't stand to see you with him. Your smile; oh, how it was bigger than the hole you left in my heart. The way you look at him; how your eyes brightened every time he looked at you with lust.
It's 3am again and I'm drowning myself in another bottle of vodka. I should have known. All those times you came home later than usual. All those times you gave up fighting for us.
Is love when you wish for them to be happy, even if it's not with you? Because love hurts like hell and I want to burn it to the ground.
I should have known.
YOU ARE READING
21 days.
Short StoryA journal. A pen. A heartbreak. A path to recovery. Not all drugs are in the form of a pill or a stick. Sometimes, it's brown eyed, kissed-swollen lips and a thumping heart.
