story books;

He loved you like a small child loves candy; with greedy hands and mischievous eyes. And you loved him back. You loved him like you were dying and every goodbye was the last. You loved, all open mouths and open ribs because that was the only way you knew how, and there were no walls to be knocked down because you never knew to build them in the first place. But now the walls are littered with his graffiti. Beautiful greens and pinks and neon yellow. Him him him. All over your ribs and all over your smashed to smithereens heart that feels like it has seen the world. So here we go with tears and sobs and hugging pillows, wishing they were his arms. Here we go with the swearing you’ll never fall in love again and that he took the best of you before he left. Here we go with a roller coaster ride no one prepared you for, that you never asked to get on. Darling, here we go with the mess he left behind.