#areyourthoughtskillingyou

And what of the words that are left unspoken?

Where we are is what I know Where we go from here is what I fear

He takes her words away Just like he does her breath

Out of all her vices, He was the one that Tasted the sweetest Burned the hottest Cut the deepest Hurt the hardest Soothed the fastest And she can’t get enough

Every breath Step Choice she’s made Is driven by her desire To be more Than what she already is. She refuses to settle For what she became. She must and always be More.

Just when she thought her heart was safe He gifted her with the feeling of having something to lose

Sometimes, we're forced into directions we should've found ourselves.

Missing you is like Drowning until the last second and you catch your breath Missing you is like Being pinned to a target and the blade is 2 inches from your face Missing you is like Starving for weeks and then you finally have that burger you’ve been dreaming about Missing you is like Staying until last call and you get the last shot of your favorite whiskey Missing you is like Tasting that last shot of whiskey It’s intense and desperate and suffocating But like a compulsion It keeps happening And like an addiction It’s the one thing I always come back to Maybe I just like the torture of missing you Because it still hurts less than losing you