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You say you love me
Yet I'm crumbling under an unbearable amount of pain
And I lie shaking, sobbing,
It's the type of crying where I grasp one hand over my mouth
For fear of being heard
And the other is desperately trying to hold both my stomach and heart
To ease the pain
And it's that type of empty shallow sobs that make me feel hollow

Because I miss the part of me you took
I don't think I miss you
I miss who I was around you

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