heartofthebitter-mindofapoet
The night you left
I felt two years
worth of “forevers”
fall on top of my
chest. I smoked
until four in the morning.
I needed to choke on
something other than
“Please stay,”
and ash filled my chest
almost as well as you did.
When you
told me about her,
I swear you could’ve
heard my heart crack
from these New York
City skylines all the
way to Virginia.
You said you
didn’t hear a thing,
but I know you could
feel my body shaking
from the other end
of the telephone.
That night I drank
until I couldn’t see straight,
but when they found me
they say I was still
whispering
your name.
I’m Tired Of Having To Convince You To Love Me, But Please Come Back. // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)