Laila,
i can't eat.
I can't drink.
I can't even sleep without having all these terrible nightmares circling my dreams.
Music isn't a option anymore, every song reminds me of you and it's so fucking hard to listen to them without breaking down.
Luke bought me a Blink182 cd and I can't even listen to it. It was your favourite band and I know your somewhere out there listening to them, but your not with me listening to them.
I'm tired and I want to sleep but I am scared. I just want you to come home and let me circle my arms around your waist like we used to. I want to feel your head rest against my chest, listening to my fast heart beat from how close we are. I want to feel your small chapped lips on mine. I want to run my fingers through your hair while singing all your favourite songs. I want to be able to laugh at your weirdness whenever I offer to make you a peanut butter sandwich but you refuse because I never buy the chunky kind. I want to hold your hand and tell you that we are alright.
But out of all that I just want you to come back and stay in my arms forever.
I love you sunshine and I will always be your moonlight.
-Mikey
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The End ➵ mgc
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