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Uncured Pain

Uncured Pain // Zayn Malik

 

                SMILES and laughter is all he can think about. smiles and laughs that aren't there anymore. warm and gentle touches that aren't for him. rainy days and cuddles that he's scared will never happen again. it's all bunched up in his cluttered mind, refusing to go away. it's all slowly killing him. it's the kind of pain that can't be cured. it's the kind of pain that stabs at his heart more and more each day. it just doesn't go away.

              he tries. he tries to make it go away. hanging with his best mates and trying to drown his pain in alcohol and the loud bass coming from the speakers. but it's all there in his mind, mocking him. colored lights blind his vision that's already blurry due to the alcohol he's consumed. sweaty bodies around him, grinding against each other. he hates it, but maybe it'll help him forget.

              so he gets up from his seat and walks over to the dance floor searching for anyone. anyone to take his mind off the way her eyes would crinkle whenever she laughed. it's all in a matter of seconds that he's grinding against another small body. arms attaching themselves to his neck, hips moving against each other. he blames the alcohol and maybe the desperation to get those haunting thoughts off his mind, when he places his own hands on the girl's hips and dances along. 

               it doesn't go away, though. the image of her face and her smile and her small little hands are still there mocking him. the pain is still there. it's the kind of pain that can't be cured. it's the kind of pain that stabs at his heart more and more each day. it doesn't go away.

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sorry about not updating, but i've been lacking inspiration lately. idk how to feel about this.. thoughts?