#confunsion

“Estoy confundido”. Que amarga es esa frase cuando nos la dicen no?

There’s no fucking words to describe what those memories make me feel right now.

It’s like my heart is being pumped full of some drug like a syringe to the chest.

It makes a feeling in my soul that isn’t like any other feeling

Why do I feel that shit so deep? Is that how other people feel? That they can literally feel the physical feeling inside of them? Like an organ is breaking down?

We would stay up way too late and I’d move positions a lot but I always stayed touching you, you made sure of that.

And after all of it we’d mutter a few words

Or maybe we’d start kissing and before I knew it we’d be making love and then bam I’d be sober and I’d fall asleep on your arm and

And I think I know why this shit hurts so bad

I think it’s because of the times you told me you whispered loving secrets into my ear as my mind was exploring higher dimensions

While my consciousness was away you’d tell my unconcious you loved me and you cared for me

and I’m sure plenty more of sweet whispers.

And now that’s why even though I know how I should feel about it, I feel the way I do