why did you leave me

Falling in love with you was a lot like getting drunk. It all happened so fast; I had no idea what I was doing at the time or what the consequences would be. All I wanted was to feel good. And, God, it felt so good. Of course, things got out of hand before I could stop myself. I wanted more and more of you, just like I always want more alcohol. But alcohol isn’t always enough to make you happy. And more often than not, the effects of it have you lying face-down on the pavement. Just like love. Now, I’d like to think of myself as hungover. Not because I fell out of love with you, no. But because I still have some alcohol, some of you, left in me. And I feel ruined because of it. I feel like vomiting all the time, and I have a massive, eternal headache. The difference between this feeling and an actual, legitimate hangover is that I think I’ll be feeling this way for a long, long time.

I’m hungover you, but I’ll never be over you.

—  Drunk at 12:06 AM
You said that you’d never hurt me.
You said that you’d never fall for another.
You said that you’d never leave.
You said that you’d always be there.
But, where were you? Where were you when I was sobbing in the dark with my wrists stained red?
—  You said that you loved me too but I guess that was a lie
It’s been 5 months and my chest is still just as heavy as the day you left.
I wish I’d kissed you, I miss you. I miss you next to me, I miss how it felt holding you in my arms. You were toxic but I miss you. You left, and im glad you’re happy but I wish it was with me. I wish you were with me.