another night she is haunted by his thoughts.
her memory loves him, it asks about him all the time.
every single fucking night.
she lays down and is kept awake by his memories.
just like clockwork.
emotional fucking roller coaster.
she goes over every small detail of him.
their last days together.
the little things he used to do.
the way he smelt.
the way his name echoes in her heartbeat.
then the questions come...
where was he when everything was falling apart?
why wouldnt he just fight for her?
why was it so easy to leave her?
was she wrong for thinking it wasnt real?
was her heart lying when it told her to stop wasting her time?
why?
he is the king of mixed signals.
she is the queen of getting her hopes up.
she was his cure.
he was her disease.
she was saving him.
but he was killing her.
its an every night ritual.
her mind overwhelms her with memories.
questions.
random scenarios of what-ifs.
tossing and turning.
words he said.
flashbacks.
and echoes.
more tossing and turning.
every single fucking night.
no matter how far she pushes his memory,
he still is hidden...
in the valley of her ribs
&
in between her vertebrae and her shoulder blades.
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