it’s such a strange thing, loving someone. i find myself loving your imperfections more than anything.
i now know the true meaning of going mad due to missing someone so much. your absence has gone through me like a knife, as your twisting it in my stomach. laughing.
You always had
Really pretty eyes
And I was a selfish brat
I wanted you to belong to me.
missing you has become such a regular thing that i have become numb to the fact that what i feel constantly is nothing but sheer pain. emotionally, mentally and now physically. i can feel my insides rotting away, my heart being the very first.