here you are creating shrines of him in your fingertips, because that was the last part of you he touched. paving gold streets that all lead back to your shattered heart in hopes he’ll put the pieces back together just like a puzzle. tearing up the horrid memories of him imbedded in your mind to make you seem less crazy for loving him. here you are, trying to recreate a love between you two that was only ever one sided.
—  shrines, gold streets and fake memories will not make him love you /// t.f.