A vision of ecstasy

farther-feelings

I don’t even remember the sound of your voice

Change is just what we need sometimes.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

I can’t talk about it because if I talk about it that means it matters. If it matters that means it’s real, and if it’s real that means it’s going to hurt.

You know how much I miss you but you’re so infatuated with this girl that skydives that you can’t see we were made for each other. And when she runs her fingers through your hair and down your neck pulling you in for a kiss, you’ll think of how much you miss those mornings before work intertwined with me, nose to nose content with the silence. But by then I’ll have realized that you’re not worth my time and I hope it eats you alive inside. I want the pain of missing me to cripple you, and make you feel as weak and alone as I once was. And when you bring me up in conversation wondering if I still think of you my ears will ring, and the only thing I’ll do is pray to god that it fucking stops and that one day you’ll come across the girl who was made for you with someone else. And she’ll be happy.