I can still feel you peppering hot kisses down my jaw. My bedsheets are cold. I should have expected this, and I'm not too surprised.
My mind betrays me, plaguing me with fantasies of you. Your smile, seemingly so sincere, yet so deceitful. Moments so intimate; I just want to forget, yet they keep replaying in my head.
My cheeks are stiff with tears. I remind myself, men don't cry. But my eyes betray me, so I just let them.
I had let them pour out. Now there is nothing. Nothing.
You don't care how much I tried,
you're gone.
This was inspired by Michl's song Gone.
It's at the top, of you're reading this on a phone. If you're reading this on a computer, I'm pretty sure it's on the side.
