TW
3 years
and i can still remember the cigarettes you put to your lips
the breeze littering my skin with goosebumps
the music we listened to on the way to your house
3 years
and i still remember the way i cringed with each drink
the way it burned going down my throat
but how much i loved the taste anyways
3 years
and i can still remember falling on the floor laughing
then crying , all of what i thought was the worst things that had ever happened came to my mind
if only i knew
3 years
and the moment i realized what was happening will always stick with me
the panic
the paralyzation
the pit that began to grow in my stomach
3 years
and every november the 5th is always fucking hell
every fall brings with it seasonal depression
flashbacks come all year round
and yet
i still wonder if you're okay
that's the thing about me
you ruined me
yet i still love you
i still miss you
i still need you
YOU ARE READING
the heavenly body
Teen Fictionmoon /mo͞on/ noun 1. the natural satellite of the earth, visible (chiefly at night) by reflected light from the sun.
