It hurts now.
It tears at me. Not a day goes by where I don't wish I hadn't done what I did, said what I'd said.
If I could only prove to you...
But you ended it roughly. There's no going back now. No way at all.
I dream of your touch, your arms around me.
I dream of nothing more than the soft, happy feelings I have when I was around you.
I imagine your smile, and it is beautiful.
I remember your laugh, and it brings me bliss.
I am lost in our dreams, when everything crashes.
You attack me, shouting and even crying, though you never let me see it.
You tell me you hate me.
You tell me you never want to see me again.
Your verbal attacks continue, though the physical ones have stopped.
You walk away from me, and I break.
The pain is overwhelming.
Electricity through my veins.
Needles in my flesh.
Bullets into my brain.
If only it were over so easily.
It's been more than a year now, and I still have a picture of us on my dresser.
It taunts me each time I walk past, and it eats away at my conscience when I lay in bed.
But in that picture...
You're smiling at me.