Him. He. He is. He was , my everything. Why did I fucking love someone who never love me, why; after 5 months, am I not over him when he's out there in the tropics happily in love with someone new. How could he move on so quickly? I didn't matter. He said he loved me. He was lying. His smile brought innocence into my mind, his eyes shined bright with loyalty and compassion. His warm body on mine every other night was like a dream. You want to know what love feels like? Needles. A million needles stabbing through your chest, your head bolting in pain , suffocation, drowning. Dying.
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PoetryThey said write your mental thoughts down and describe your feelings, you'll be better , they said .
