And the heart ache isn't hers anymore. Her smile reachers her eyes now and her laugh lights up the room. You forgot, didn't you? You forgot the way she held you the night you couldn't fall asleep. You forgot the way she covers her mouth when she laughs, the way she cups her hands over mugs to keep her fingers warm, the way her hands were always a little bit cold. You forgot the way it felt to know that despite all the flaws that ran through your veins there was someone there to kiss your forehead and brew you tea. Oh, but you'll remember. And maybe if you're lucky, you won't be holding something fragile when you hear the news. Maybe if you are lucky your heart will only ache for a fractiom as long as hers did. Maybe if you are lucky, she will pick up when you call. But even if she still has all the tenderness for you in the world, her voice is not the same. She doesn't love you anymore. You lost her. You lost her. And you can't ever get her back.
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RandomFor all the boys I've been called 'Him.' These are poems and quotes from my fave writer to represent my feelings. For you.
