Wednesday, June 10, 2015


"I like to think that you can’t sleep at night because of me. That I haunt you the same way you haunt me. That every time you close your eyes you still see the way I looked at you like you were my sun in a world of darkness. I like to think that the ghost of my lips on your neck or my head on your chest leave you wondering where I am or who I’m with. I like to think that you’re left wondering if you hadn’t destroyed the girl who tried to give you the world, if I’d still be there in that bed tangled up in you. I wish I'd stop thinking." 

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