I still remember the way my stomach flipped when I first saw you.
I wanted everything in you,
And I don’t know if that made me selfish or a hopeless romantic.
There’s a hole in my chest where you used to be.
I wanted to make you feel so fucking happy that you forgot every bit of sad in you.
You told me you’d be happy if I was happy and I tried so fucking hard to fix myself, but you were gone before I could even smile.
I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong,
Oh how was I wrong.
The flowers that grew in my stomach died from the alcohol I consumed because of you.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them all out with the cigarettes I was smoking.
When I was little I was scared of dying. Now I’m only afraid of missing you forever because I can’t erase you from my mind.I tried to write a poem about you (via the-pain-only-gets-worse)
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