Mourning.

I used to swim for miles inside your eyes, && now I drown in their shallow waves.

I used to melt for days wrapped inside you, && now I shiver when you walk into the room.

I used to fall asleep to the gentle hum of your voice, && now I cringe as I beg for silence.

I’m not sure what’s worse – mourning the loss of someone still alive – or wishing you really were dead.

 

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