Diary of a Heartbroken Girl

Staring at my window

This little thoughts keep on getting in my head.
I despise them.
I keep on hearing your voice calling her name.
I keep on hearing you laugh at her jokes.
I keep on picturing you hugging her from behind, just like you used to do with me.
I keep thinking of you staring at your ceiling while thinking of her.
Giggling at the thought of her smile.
Blushing to the thought of her touch, her lips, her hands, her eyes.
And I keep staring at the window in the car, thinking that maybe, at some point m, the thought of me will cross your mind.