The Story of Us
Kayla Faith
We were so happy and I messed it all up. I couldn’t go a day without seeing you. And now we hardly say a word to each other. I've written so many messages to you that you will never read. I didn’t have enough strength to tap send. You have made my life a living hell and I wish I could just let you go. My thoughts are still consumed by you and it kills me. My mind is killing me. The thought of you strangles me. Just knowing that I will never be yours. I messed up too bad this time. Sorry doesn’t fix the broken things. I dream that you call me yours, that we are happy again. I miss you everyday and I cry myself to sleep knowing I can’t be yours. The thought of us kills me. It consumes every atom of my being and it kills me. Why can’t I just move on, why can’t I just let go? Seeing you in the halls makes me feel so sad inside. I love seeing you, but I can’t call you mine and it kills me. My body aches for your touch I once loved so much. The love I still feel for you is deafening. Let’s be like Jack & Sally. Sharing a love that will never die. These thoughts of you kill me every waking moment. When will I feel ok again? When will I be able to breathe again? Please just put me out of my misery already.
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