broken-hearted

n i n e

jarens pov

"Imagine breaking up with your true fucking love- your soulmate. your college sweetheart. " the sentence had been in my head for a few months now- the memories we had together poured in my brain like when you poured a glass of water or even...milk.

I licked my lips- it's a bad habit. I sighed and turned around on my bed. Imagine him holding onto your waist-his warm embrace makes your demons melt away and you could smile again. A true smile that I've craved.

Another thing I miss was how we made such bad times good. Graduation was so stressful but we had each other to make that stress a little less bad. I can't explain how much I wanna go back to you- I wonder if you'll even take me back?

I remember when I was so naive about everything- when I got into Johns car even if it could have been a trap... but I already knew him. I knew him like the back of my hand. Sounds is weird when i think about it- but it's true. I liked him. I knew him from a party I went to one night and John was drunk as fuck and he kissed me and talked to me. I'd never felt that so I just distanced myself from his and noticed ever change.

But when I met him I acted like I never knew him- like I was normal. Maybe if I didn't get in that car that night it would have never been like this?

Guess I'll never know huh?

got a boyfriend? Bet he doesn't kiss ya. Mwah.

he gonna find another girl and he won't miss ya .
he gonna skirt and hit the dab like whiz Khalifa.

I'm gonna die aloneeee. Fuck.
I shut my eyes and just lied there for awhile until I drifted off into a deep slumber.

dream

My vision was blurry until it adjusted to my surroundings. Nothing but a room- my- our college dorm. The one I had gotten in up the ass in so many times and I loved it. The one where John and I lived until I moved away. All i saw was our memories there and I made me cry.

it's all my fault that we're broken hearted.