im becoming imuned to how my heart fails me.
what will be my next set back?
only the heart (break(er)) knows.
everything feels like a broken promise.
everything felt like a lie.
everything needs to learn its lesson, my tears are starting to evaporate to the sky.
he wished for autumn breezes,
now i wish for soft white crisp snow.
i want to dig a hole from my backyard to your heart.
the air is turning cold, and my hoodies are becoming warm to my liking.
everything seems to remind me of you. -of a memory.
and it seems as though there's a song i love(d) and now hate for every guy who's ever broken my heart. -you have many more than one.
i still love you. -but more in a car crash, pet dying, burning your house down sort of way.
your scent intoxicates me. -still.
and i hate it.
whenever i smell the scent of your oddly mixed cologne with a slight touch of mothballs from your basement, i feel sick to my stomach.
and when i think of your smell, i can smell it.
god, i hate it.
maybe i remember it so well, because i laid my head on you too many times.
maybe i only want to forget it, because it reminds me of how close our bodies always were.
our friction.
the way it felt when our lips touched,
the way you could kiss all my troubles away,
the way you could hold my hand and make me feel so safe. so secure, as if as long as i was in your arms i would be ok.
and now i dont think its fair how you took that all away.
i shouldve never made you my everything.
andshellsurvivebecauseof:heartsonherhandandwordsinherhead.
