You’re Always Leaving
I still see you. Not in the ways that matter . Not in the street, not in passing faces, not even in the places I imagined you’d be. But I see you when I sleep, and it’s almost cruel how…
Letter #2: I’m Not Doing Well Without You
I’m not sleeping. Two hours, maybe three on a good night, and that’s only when I can convince my brain to shut up for long enough. The rest of the time, I’m just lying there, staring at the ceiling, waiting…
Letter #1: To the Hurt I Let In
I don’t even know where to start, but I feel like I need to say it, even if it’s to no one. I wish I could look back at everything and say that I’m okay with how things turned out.…