seriously drowning rather than suffocating.
blindly walking in every wrong direction imaginable
hung up on every syllable that flows between the
softness of his lips, only to come to the realization
that its only a pipe dream.
pure fiction
gasping for air, begging to release every ounce of
energy with just one puff. heads turn as i stumble
through the crowd. i'm searching for the sound of
your heartbeat but it's faint. not even your shallow
breaths can be heard between the gaps of silence
left behind
tracing the ground for your footsteps to see where
you've gone seems like the only thing keeping me
going. all the places you've been seem as heartless
as you're becoming. you're slowly shedding pieces
of me with every step you take.
is it that easy to forget me?






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