You always used to tell me the things he did to you.
I was horrified that humanity could have the gall to create such a person
Such a skilled narcissist
Tearing away at the stones of your soul
Like someone building a tunnel through a mountain
Eventually light breaks through on…
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.