soon.

xx.

─xx. THE BIGGEST OF ALL FUCK YOU'S.

i miss the way we use to talk. the laughter over messages that held no meaning, the short paragraphs provoking the amount of love that dripped off of our fingertips. the excitement i once had every time i heard the familiar sound of your messages coming through no longer exists for it is replaced with anxiety, a heart unable to control itself as it has no idea the amount of pain your words will hold this time.

and just like times before, the vital organ breaks into more sharp edges, leaving me to bleed out as i tape it back together with nothing more than scotch tape, crying as you walk away.

slowly, i'm finding the pieces that were blown away with the summer wind, finding myself in places that i never knew existed. part of me is happy that i follow this journey alone, no longer involved with the toxic waste you poured down my throat and injected into my already vulnerable brain. yet, a small percentage still misses you, my fingers aching as i wake from a dream that consisted of you
and only you.

i guess it's too late for anymore sorry's because your chest continues to burn with hate every time you hear my name. but the jokes on you for it will haunt you for the months to follow as every calendar reads it aloud in bold print just for you.

[ you'll forever be reminded of the way
april shines brightly without you. ]