he made getting out of bed a little easier.
i used to jump out of bed,
after snatching my phone to check read good morning texts from him.
then he made it nearly impossible.
i stayed in bed for days,
buried in my sheets with tear soaked pillows.
he gave me another reason to look forward to the day.
he made me wake up with a smile.
then he made me not look forward to my next breathe.
every moment felt like a war.
i woke up with a painful tug everg single morning.
but one day, i felt nothing.
i thought of him,
and felt nothing.
i didn't have to force it this time.
and damn, it felt amazing.
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Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
