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missing you
is like withdrawal
laying on a bed
that no longer
smells like you
staring at the ceiling
with a hole
where my heart
used to be.
the bruises you
left on my body
are barely there
and i can pretend
you did not happen
but my dull eyes
and hollow laugh
know otherwise
and so does everyone else
because i am always tired.
i wish i overdosed
and died
in your arms.
it will get easier.
i know.
my veins will no longer
thirst
for the rush
of oxytocin
and maybe i will smile
for real
when i drink coffee.
and then you will
come around again.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (3)
Sara, very deep writing. Hope you're well!
Thank god you didn’t overdose
Gosh this was so relatable! Loved this so much!