If it was a random person who did it, I wouldn’t really care. But it was you- my friend. Before, you were my star, my companion, my best-est friend. You were many things to me but now…to me you are the person who broke me.
You and your charms, you deceived me.
You and your enticing stares.
You and your soft whispers, your infinite embrace, your heavenly kiss, your gentle touch. Everything about you screams the ghost of me still haunting every fiber, every cell and every ounce of my being with all the rainbows of yesterday.
It’s been months since you broke me.
But I’m still broken. I’m still lost.
My hand are still bleeding from young love’s fragility.
It is as if you are a drop of tear in the ocean. I lost you. And now I can’t find you. I can’t find anything to fill up the wounds you left. Nothing seems to ever be the universe you were to me.
My head’s been spinning like I’ve been traveling through worm wholes every night. It’s always a different nightmare. But I always wake up to this reality: you are never coming back.
No matter how much I try to fall back into sleep, I will never wake up to those days where you still loved me so much.
Someone, save me. Whoever you are. Please. Fix me.