I miss your fingertips running through my hair in the middle of the night. I miss you waking up because I can't sleep, to pull me in close. I miss when you noticed all the little things. I miss midnight conversations, and playing around on the floor. I miss your voice and the comfort it brings me when you say "it's going to be alright"
Hey, if you're reading this I miss you much. I wish you were here right now to tell me that stupid boy isn't worth my tears. I wish you were here to hold me close and make stupid jokes about how you're gonna shoot him when you see him again. I wish you were here right now to comfort me and take me to McDonald's and get me that big dumb junky order of fries, a milkshake, and a double cheeseburger, and then make fun of me for dipping the fries in the milkshake. I wish you were here right now to walk 4 miles in the middle of the night Pokémon hunting with me. I wish you were here right now to tell me you don't even notice that dumb pimple. I wish you were here right now to check up on me every couple of minutes, because I use to get so annoyed. I wish you were with me giving me advice on what the hell I should do right now. I took you for granted, and I miss you much.
_________________________________ I wish someone would look at me and notice the bloodshot eyes by the tears that fall at night I wish someone would look at me and realize the bruises on my thighs I wish someone would look at me and sympathize on how pale I've become I wish someone would look at me and see that I'm so numb I wish someone would just look at me that would say everything I need so I wouldn't bleed. ________________________________
Steph (:* posted a quote
September 27, 2017 10:47pm UTC
Do you know how bad it hurts to hear you call her hot? To catch you staring at her butt all day long, but quickly look away when i catch you? Makes me wonder if i'm just not good enough for you anymore. Should i starve so I look just as thin as her? Maybe i'll catch you're eye too again one day. But it's sad when you're own boyfriend would rather drool over the new coworker, instead of calling you beautiful like the old days. It hurts more than you think
I love how sweet the first bite of new love tastes, the fresh breath of air you take after. The way it becomes addictive, something you can't see yourself living without. But it seems that over time, it becomes sour, and after each bite the sweetness just starts to fade into a bitter aftertaste that I can no longer stomach. It's become rotten and now has to be forgotten, tossed away just as anything that has spoiled over time.