It's been a week since you said the words that cut into my heart and made me bleed from the inside.
It's been a week since you said I love you and I actually believed it.
It's been a week since I've felt what true happiness feels like.
It's been a week since I felt like I was alive and living and worth something.
It's been a week since I've gotten sleep and had my mind think positive thoughts.
Moving on is something my heart won't let me do, but I have to take my life week by week, but I'll probably never get over you.
YOU ARE READING
You Consume Me /Poetry
PoetryLove is toxic, temporary, and fake. Updated often, i get fucked over alot
