𝕷𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗

Memories

Memories...
I still find pieces of you , pieces of us in everything I do,
Every word I write on this crumpled paper, every brush stroke on this blank canvas, every line drawn; I always had to perfect it while you loved my work always; every color placed within a piece, every knot tied upon a string.
I find little pieces of you lingering in everything I do down to the way I dress or even the way I style my hair; you always said it looked best messy, but I always thought it looked best with your fingers combed through it;
I still stop a moment every day and reminisce on the days when I rolled over to find my head safely placed upon your chest with your arms around me holding me, now my small twin mattress feels just a bit bigger it feels more empty I try to fill the space with pillows and stuffed animals but I always find myself shedding a tear cuz no bear nor pillow could ever feel the same.
still i find myself running back to your hoodie that I've tucked away in the closet hopping it still has a bit of your smell;you always smelled of home and safety; to my disappointment that your smell has faded along with the love we shared
This house is no longer a home it feels vacant as if there has been a loss the laughter has left the air and been replaced by the feeling of anticipation of you coming up behind me hugging me tight; I would always melt into you because for a moment my heart rate went to normal my body relaxed the shaking in my hands stoped the voices in my head went silent and for once I could breath;
You were always my safe space, the space I ran to when the world crashed onto me the space I went to when highs went wrong;
I miss the days when hours felt like minutes, minutes felt like seconds and before we knew it the sun was rising but the laughter never stopped; the loss of sleep never seemed to phase me I was to focused on the way the moon light completed your eyes and matching poetic words to all the magnificent things I saw in you for me to even feel the least bit tired;
But when I did lay my head to rest the only time I seamed to sleep was when I was on your chest.
I still think of all our memories and the feelings we shared; ...do you still think of me?
~Broken boy