Always-Number-2-In-Life

I. My hands shook and my entire body heaved with sobs that felt like earthquakes. I thought I’d drown in the tears pouring from my eyes, but they didn’t stop. My body was trying to tear itself to pieces, just like you had done to my heart.

II. The damage was done, and eventually the screams silenced themselves. I couldn’t answer questions or tell anyone what I felt, because I was too numb feel a thing. My friends exchanged nervous glances that I was too tired to acknowledge.

III. I tried to fill the gaping holes and sew myself back together, but nothing worked. Other boys made me miss the way your lips felt against mine, and alcohol tasted like you, filling my mouth with stinging words and regret.

IV. Time is slowly healing the wounds, but the pieces snapping back into place hurts like hell. Some days I’m fine, and others make my skin ache everywhere you ever touched me. The bitterness and anger are gone; now it’s just recovery.

V. Maybe someday I’ll stop writing about you, and every word won’t be laced with the way your eyes shone gold or how your freckles formed constellations on your cheeks. Maybe someday you’ll be erased from my blood and veins.

I’m still writing about you // -STG (inksplatteredpages)

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