• How strange

    by  • June 7, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    The idea that i’ll never see you again is unbelievable, and yet I know it to be true. It would help if I could stop thinking about you every waking moment, I suppose.
    The fact that you aren’t even fit to kiss my slippers should make it easier, but so far: nope!
    I would give anything to lay in your arms one more time, for old times sake though.
    I expect I don’t even enter your thoughts, even though you consume mine.
    As a healer, time isn’t as great as people say, really. A lobotomy would probably be better.
    I miss you, you bastard.

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