Walking Disaster

it was like a cigarette, amazing in the beginning, but once it reached the end i wanted to save it but it was burning.

Fuck, I hope it pains you I hope the thought of me fucking makes your chest ache every time you go to kiss someone else who isn’t me I hope your knees shake and your fists clench as my laugh rings through your ears that not even music so fucking loud can drown the sound of me I hope it hurts you that I’m not there anymore and I hope you still miss me on some nights where it becomes too much to bear Because I still cry myself to sleep on some nights and I still hurt where it gets up to the point that I can even feel my own heart pounding inside of my chest as I remember every broken promise we have ever made to each other So I hope it pains you like it’s been paining me ever since the day we said goodbye.