FailureINC

five. missing you is a constant ache, lodging itself in my spine, stinging acidically in the corners of my mouth. all I can taste is metal, metal, metal. four. you’re in every corner of every room, in every corner of my mind. and on most days, I don’t know if any of this is worth it. I just wish I could let you go. three. memories shaking me, smashing against my mind in exact beat with my heart. and I still feel your fingertips sometimes, raking my skin like it’s last year. two. your words get harsher every day, and your face gets more reckless. but every day I’m breaking, becoming eventually more subdued.