11:11
its been a two years since we started dating,
6 months since we've broken up
5 months since you've moved on.
But I still find myself wishing, same time every night, the same things has before,
wishing you loved me
or that you were here
or that you could look at me the same way you look at her
its been a year
and I'm still infatuated with you
and how you hold things
or write with your left hand
or how you can always make a joke
or how messy your hair is after you sleep
i spent a year of my life falling in love
it drives me insane how you can continue to make me feel everything
loved and hated
beautiful and ugly
both worthless and priceless
you made me feel all shades of color
when I've only ever been a constant grey
mediocre in everything i do
how you made me feel is like a drug except i can't explain how it happens
Ive tried everything
from prescription pills to hallucinogens
from alcohol to cigarettes
i am addicted
to the tingling
swirling
slurring
the moments when i can't even remember your name
but no drug can compare to your voice when it says mine
and I'm barely sixteen but i can't help but feel like you were made for me
maybe thats because my head fits perfectly in your neck
or your arms wrap completely around my waist
its the perfect architecture for two people that should be in love
the perfect design
as if god built us from scraps to be perfectly compatible
but its been six months
and you've moved on
and I'm completely grey