“i try to become drunk enough to forget how your voice sounded but all it left me with was the empty sound of how you confessed your love to me at the mall and the tone of your voice in my mind just doesn’t sound just right. i slice my skin. i carve out every single touch you ever placed onto my body. i craved it even more. my waist felt empty and my shoulder where you rested your head on me felt cold. all being drunk gave me was a lame excuse for the 2 am text i know you won’t reply to. all i feel is the darkness from your deep brown eyes intoxicating and invading into my mind. it consumed me. it seeped out of my eyes and bled into my sheets where i am still able to smell you wrapping me up in your arms showing me that i’m beautiful. every single laugh we shared is embedded into my walls and every single tear i shed for you is deep in the floor. its haunting me and i cannot escape it. being in this house without you makes me feel so alone, because here is never where i feel at home.”
— i miss you, please let me come home soon.