It starts with the past.
Then the present.
Then memories fade.
I break.
More and more.
Then memories fade.
I am on my knees begging for better days.
Then memories fade.
Oh, what a bad feeling.
I feel stupid just waiting for a happy birthday text.
It’s funny because this time last year I was in your arms and you told me you loved me.
We planned stuff for my birthday this year, now I am just laying in bed and the only thing I can think about is u.
Just crying. Wishing.
Sometimes I just want to buy a plane ticket and show up at your front door.
Just so I could see your face one last time.
But I know it’s wrong.
Or just go to your city, hoping I run into you.
Why am I dreaming about you.
You don’t think about me anymore do you?..
I cry thinking of you.
God why does it hurt so much.
It’s been 2 months since it happened, yet I still wait for you.
How can someone make you feel like you’re everything they ever wanted but make you feel like you were exhausting.
How can you say that you miss me so much, yet don’t call or check up on me?
How can you be everything but be so cold ?
I never knew I was exhausting.
I didn’t change fast enough for you.
And you tried making me change faster, so I could fit your version of me.
And me not changing fast enough made me exhausting.
I am sorry I couldn’t be the version of me you wanted me to be.
I hate this funny feeling I get when I think about you.
My chest stains.
Barbed wire in my throat.
I am reaching for no one.
You walk and don’t look back.
The sound of the bells rings.
Sink into the floor.
Quite, there’s no one around.
Tall grass sways in the wind.
Stay still so he won’t see you.
He sees you.
Now you are gone.
I laid my soul to rest, not knowing how long she would rest.
My soul blinked and time had passed.
1 week.
My soul cried for you.
2 weeks.
My soul crawled bleeding on the floor to you.
3 weeks.
My soul broke down.
4 weeks.
My soul fell apart; losing.
Bear on the floor. Nothing.