i whispered it in his hair, into his neck. afterwards. over and over again. until my tears dried and my heart ached. my heart has always ached for him. I tried to ignore it time and time again, but it was there for years. it was there, in the night, in the day - the longing, the ache. always just for him. always for him.
I laugh it as he wraps his arms around me, pulling us closer together. we are two puzzle pieces and we are together perfectly. but still I try to ignore the constant ache. its no longer just my heart. now its in my hips and my waist where his hands lay on my skin.
I think it when he doesn't look at me the same. we are falling apart . don't you care? its aching where he hit me now, the bruises are starting to become more prominent. and his words start to sting.
we scream it as we separate, throwing things around. he said he couldn't do it anymore and I whispered it and I yelled it and I shouted until my lungs ached. but he broke it into my body and made me believe this is what love was.
his hands don't leave the same feelings as before. they burn with the fire of other girls hands. and his lips burn with the taste of another girls mouth. he left with a bang but the ghost of him still lingers in this house. I see him in everything and only now did I realize that he changed me to be what he wanted, then got bored when there was no longer a challenge.
