Notes
It’s 3.47am and I miss you just like I did last week at 2.15 in the afternoon when I remembered the last time you told me you wanted me and you meant it. It’s 3.47am and I should be sleeping but all I can think about is how you used to smile when I told you you were beautiful and the way you held me tight and said you would never let me go but I guess things change and people move on and now you’re sleeping and I’m lying awake thinking about you.
2 comments on I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
100000405573736 June 20, 2014
late night sad music at 3:53 while you take a long drag on a everburning cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke, looking up thinking about the one person you lost. this is perfect for that.
⃠hollowsadness June 20, 2014
A sad soul can kill faster than any germ
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