Fur and Faux Lashes

I am sleeping in his boxers once again. I guess that’s the only way I can feel close to him. He came into my life like a cannonball, and the rumble is all he left with me. Yet I am so I’m so in love with someone else, the destruction does not rebuild itself. I hate when people try to make you feel better saying “you can do so much better” “you will get over it” but when your heart is right in the center of the collision it’s leaving me feeling the destruction he left. I hate him, I need him, I love him, I never want to see him, I want to punch him straight in the face, and crawl into bed with him out bodies feeling so perfect together. My man now is worth so much more than him, it’s like a dream. But with my ex I left that piece of my heart in his bed, in his car, in the kitchen while cooking together and drinking wine, everywhere I loved with him. I would never take him back but I’m waiting for those broken scattered pieces to be out back in place.