My attempt on describing broken hearted feelings
Fuck! it's a mess. I'm a mess.
Six months ago I used to have the universe inside me, and I never let go off that spark that I had in me but since I let you go, it's gone. I seem to have missing something I never thought I had anyway.
I didn't think it would be so hard to be so far away and remember how I spilled coffee on the white sheets, and you were so angry but I kissed your lips and you cleaned all of that yourself? I didn't think I would remember all the memories so clearly but I guess that's my curse. I need you. And I need the way you look at me. I need you to need me and I need you to keep needing me. My eyes hurt and remember how you used to kiss my eyes whenever I told you they hurt? Maybe it's from all the coffee I've been drinking to keep myself awake because all I see when I shut my damn eyes is yours.
I am in the bar where we first met; remember how you held my hand under the table and I spilled my beer on the table? Six shots later, I'm still staring at my hands trying to remember how it felt like when they held your face.
You held me when I was shaking and couldn't make proper sentences to explain myself. Where are you now? It's getting bad again and I don't want to live a life where I can't have you.
Note: A very special thanks to the anon who requested me to write something. You have helped me in more ways than you, and thanks a lot. I haven't been writing lately and as it turns out, I can't say no when you ask me to write about something. So, it'll help me a lot if whoever is reading this blog would comment whatever they want me to write about, and I'll try my best to do it for you. Thank you.
