thedevilstolemyspectre

We’ve all loved someone who never really loved us back.

“I still check my phone in hope of seeing your name but it is becoming less frequent. I still check in with my heart to see if it’s still black with bruises but this too, is becoming less frequent. I am alive. I am hurting. I am breathing. It will all be okay.”

“Some nights I miss you so much it hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. I can’t stand to pick up my phone knowing your name isn’t going to be on the screen. I’m trapped in these thoughts of you and me, buried in the memories that seem like they’re from another lifetime.”

“I can’t sleep right now, so instead I’ll lie here and imagine better days. Days where I’ll wake up to your arms around me and not your name on my phone. Days where I’ll fall back asleep to the sound of your heartbeat and not the lonely silence of this room. Days where we’ll be together and nothing else will really matter anymore. But should I manage to slip off into a new night of dreams, I hope you know you were the last thing on my mind. You always are.”