People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
I’m at that point where I want to get up, leave, and never come back. But I know that even doing so, I would still be dragging my heart in a baggage. I am just damn tired. My bones are aching. My mind is pounding. All I want is for someone to care enough to pull me back in."