I craved the feeling of someone under my fingertips. Holding someone so close not wanting to let go. But when I did, I felt nothing. How it was possible for you to not only have control of my heart and my mind, but my body was also claimed as yours? It craved someone's touch, but the only person who could save it from restlessness was you holding me close. The only person who could save my heart from utter despair was you whispering you loved me, no matter how big of a lie it was/is, in my ear. The only person who could calm the visions playing in my head, every time I closed my eyes was you looking at me like I was more than just ash from a love that once burned so bright.
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
Kısa HikayeI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...
