Last night I tried to fall asleep to the image of you running your tongue across mine for the hundredth time but now it’s 5am on Thursday and the only thing I can think about is how you left me ruined and how the memory of you in my mind makes my heart stop and stomach drop.
The truth is, we were never together and we never will be.
But how are you still here? It’s as though you’ve crawled your way into my skin and infested my cells like a cancer I cannot find and you’ve taken up space in my heart and it’s hurting and I’m tired of being in pain but I don’t want to become empty.
It’s now noon and I’m trying to get out of bed, but the image of what once was has left me paralyzed in fear of that being how you remember me.