I can't stop reminiscing about our two a.m. conversations. Our inside jokes, our deep conversations, and our fuck the world attitudes. I can't forget how I could practically hear your laugh in every text, see your smile with every emoji, and hear your sarcasm in the jokes. I can still hear your voice. God, I miss it so much. I can still hear your favourite songs playing on repeat inside my head; how you'd sing along to the words like you wrote them yourself. But then I remember you leaving, running from me and my problems. I remember the tears that fell only days after it happened, when the realization hit me. And now I'm numb, waiting and hoping and praying that you'll come back. Because you've always come back, and you promised to come back. You promised me you'd stay and- and you didn't. But I still love you, with every broken piece of my heart, I don't think I could ever stop loving you.
Hey, I'm not going to put many authors notes in this, but for the first chapter I will.
This really just going to be a collection of writing like this, so if you like that/think it's cool, please keep reading *thumbs up* And I do hope you enjoy taking a ride into my mind.
So yeah, thanks so much and goodbye! ^-^
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The Things We Feel
PoetryA collection of poems/short pieces of writing about things that you feel but can't seem to put into words. Some of this maaaay be slightly trigger (suicide/depression/self-harm) so just please be careful ^-^
