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Thoughts of you still haunt me. At night time I dream of us - your laughter mixed with mine, the sound of your beating heart under my palms, the searing touch of your skin on mine. My dreams are recurring almost as if my brain's telling me - "look this is what you left behind"
Leaving you was painful. It was heart-wrenching. But it was necessary. You were two-faced. You were toxic. When dreams of you yelling harsh words with bloodied fists and a sobbing me with multiple bruises and wounds occur it's almost as if I'm telling my brain - " look this is what you left behind. "
