The tears I cry in the night have forever stained my pillow. Now I can't lay my head down without feeling the dampness on it.
With that brings back the memories of you. And a surge of that well known sadness. Every time I think I'm over you, you break down the walls I just finished rebuilding.
I know that when I'm with you, I will always be happy and always will be able to smile.
My love was incredulous. So much so that any thought of you with anyone else made me sick. It disturbed me in a way nothing else did. Because you were mine and only mine.
My mind is screaming at me to get out. To leave you and everything that comes with you behind. All my heart does is ache.
It aches so bad that some days it takes everything in me to not cry out. To not scream. The ache is so bad I'd rather have no heart at all.
So in the night I cry, curled up in a ball. Legs pulled tightly into my chest so I can find a way to breathe again. To keep myself from ripping the ache right back out.
The tears shed add to the dampness in my pillow, forever more becoming a stain to remind me of you.
M.Vasquez
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