He is the one who stole me. He is ,was,the love of my life. Him, with his big brown eyes and his brown curly hair. And his broad shoulders
Who is he ? You all ask. He is unknown, not yet to be discovered.He lays at the bottom of my heart. At the back of my thoughts. At the end of the train tunnel. At the bottom of the tallest building.
Tears. They seem to become my everyday thing. Thoughts run through my mind like a busy New York afternoon.
He is always there. Next to me. In my train of thoughts. In my pool of Advil pills.
Are you ok? You may be thinking. I am totally fine.
Lies
Blank white lies.
Just words that don't seem to have any meaning but are uncovered to show the true deep meaning of constant pain and suffering.
Who is he ?
He learned my secrets
My scars
My bruises
My flaws
And then he left.
He didn't even tell me why.He just decided I wasn't good enough for him anymore
He left
And that's how it ended
So he stays unknown until the blood in my soul stops leaking
Until he's eyes stop sparkling in the dark
Until he is out of my heart.
YOU ARE READING
To The One Who Left Me
RomanceThe one who left me is about a boy who left a girl and she is trying to figure out why.with words to break any heart this traumatic story.
