#jaqlyn

I refuse to accept the fact that I miss you. the thought of you still runs through my veins, consuming my every thought. I turn up my music and drench myself in the sound of your voice at midnight. The only explanation I have for I doing this is just to have the slightest memory of how alive you made me feel just by your touch and I crave that feeling more than I crave the cigarettes and caffeine you gave me. I refuse to accept the fact that I miss you because falling for you again is more terrifying than any nightmare I’ll ever have.

I think that no matter how hard we try, we still belong to one another. when we are separated, we are totally different people. when we aren’t together, the we live off of the tears and sweat we used to give one another. he and I aren’t good for each other, but we are worse for anyone else. I am his, and he is mine. and each time we try to leave one another, we can’t. because me living without him, and him living without me, is worse than the next world war.