Nov 2 · 1 min read
I’m afraid to be alone
to have no one to hold me when my world is drenched and I’m drowned within my thoughts
When the wind is creeping in through the cracks of my dusty old window and the coldness slowly slithers up through my clothes
While the memories of you wrapping me in your coat come crawling back in
and my bedroom floor becomes marked with the parts of me that washed out when you left
And I begin to wonder whether you were the best or worst thing to ever happen to me
