I miss him everyday, craving to see those chocolate brown eyes, those beautiful lips forming a cheeky heart-melting smile, that voice which would make me feel safe and alive.
I miss it so much it physically hurts.
I just wish I could turn back time to live it all again. I am suffering. I am miserable. I am nothing without him.
He is like my penicillin, the only medicine to my broken heart, the only one in the world. So priceless, so precious, so fragile, so much that I know it won't be me worthy of it.
I just want to see him happy. Why do people tease me? Why do they not see the obvious pain in my eyes, threatening to leak? The faux smile?
It hurts so much. Countless nights awake, crying silent as the lost souls who lost their beloved knowing there's no point of living on without their light. Eyes bloodshot. The dreams aren't any good, it's all just temporary pleasure. My imagination makes me experience something I will never even touch with the tip of my fingernail in the sad reality. The truth really hurts.
Waking up each morning with tears staining my face.
How do I make it stop? I wish I never met the person who has the key to my heart, it wasn't worth all the good times ending with a crash.
I'm wrapped around his finger without him knowing.
The candle glowing bright in me melted away the day I lost him.
So I should just suck it up.