My name is A
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

When he no longer loves you:

Your fragile bones once held together gently by his embrace will fall back into its place, learning to stand solid on its own again.

The beating heart of yours that always yearned for his presence will keep pumping, even harder now to work through those endless nights of hysteric cries.

Your tongue will need to get used to the continuous sour taste. No candy from his lips to seal the pain

And the memories of his baby blue eyes which used to call out your name and whisper words of love will no longer be a hope for the future but be another traumatic experience in this thing called life.

    My name is A

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    22. Sagittarius. Welcome to my head. https://medium.com/@ConfessionsofA

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