Fucked Up
I could taste his lips still; as if they were still touching against mine.
I could still smell his sweet relaxing sent, as if I was still laying on his chest.
I could still hear his little heart racing fast as hell, clear as day.
As if I had it recorded.
But, the thing is it hits you all at once sometimes.
Mostly when you’re laying alone at night & your mind wanders off.
You break down into tears, your heart starts to ache and your sides begin to weaken.
You get that horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Wishing you could still feel his touch.
You then start to blame yourself .
You get back into bad habits again because in the end, you know you fucked up and it is in every way, your fault.
