#breakingup

I breathed in your lies like shattered glass.

We were a warzone. Fierce. Brave. A little bit broken. 

Still, I have yet to find anything as truthful. 

I know your soul like I know my heartbeat. It was my home. 

Reading through our letters my hands are stained with ink,

The way it bleeds onto my palm reminds me of our last dance.

Swirling and dark. Ebony twisted.

If I could breathe you in I’d smell the rain-soaked roses that grew in our garden. 

Thorn-sharp and crimson sweet. 

I loved you in hello, 

(Beautiful mistakes by 5 maroon)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Pov: Sam 

Warnings: Angst, thinking of the past, Sam, breaking up (no cheating). 

Summary: When Y/n breaks up with Sam, all he can think about is her. 

Word Count: 483 

A/N- This is a music writing challenge. The song is (Beautiful Mistakes by 5 Maroon Feat. Megan Thee Stallion) Just the Pre Chorus, and Chorus of the song.

@firefly-graphics​ For dividers 

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If anybody wants to listen to the rest of the song, Beautiful Mistakes its linked here

Y/n as only been gone for a few weeks. But everything still reminds me of her. Her side of the bed stays untouched, the side of her closet is empty, but still smells like her peach body spray.

She’s still stuck in my head. She’s like a thought that just keeps coming back. I’ve been stuck in my room for weeks. I don’t come out. Dean comes to check up on me.  

I understand now why he says that we hunters can’t have the ‘apple pie life’ like everyone else. I just want her to leave my thoughts, Y/n become such an imprint on everything.  

Now I’m not holding on, not holding on.  

I’m just depressed that you’re gone.

Not holding on, not holding on.  

What happened to making this last? What did I do that was so wrong? Was I not enough for Y/n? I’m so torn, emotionally torn. As I walk around the bunker, I can see the things we did together.  

As I pass the kitchen, I see her sitting on the kitchen counter, while I make breakfast. Or sitting at the kitchen table, blowing out her birthday candles. I can see her beautiful smile. It imprints itself into my brain. Her laugh bouncing against the walls in my head.  

A smile that now sends a shiver down my spine. I see her as I make my way through the library sitting at the table, reading through books trying to get info on our next hunt.  

As she pushes her glasses up for the billionth time after they slide down the bridge of her nose, or seeing her asleep with tons of books surrounding her. She looks so peaceful.  

Walking past ou.. my room I see us tangled in the sheets. Y/n flushed face, and yet again that damn smile. I miss her smile. I miss Y/n, and her beautiful face in the morning, or how crazy her bed head is.  

Beautiful Mistakes  

As I lay down in a cold bed, I make up things in my head. Trying to push memories together to create new ones.  

I make inside my head, she’s naked in my bed

And now we lie awake, makin’ beautiful mistakes

I don’t want anything to take my fake, or real memories. I want her back in my arms, but I guess I have to deal. Deal with the fact that she isn’t coming back any time soon.  

I wouldn’t take’em back, I’m in love with the past.

 I play all of our memories on replay at night. Hoping to get more out of them. Hoping for more time with Y/n.  

And now we lie awake, makin’ beautiful mistakes.

Running my hand through my hair, and over my face. I come to the reality that she isn’t here, and won’t ever come back to me. I guess I just have to be okay with that. Right?