Twisted promises.
My soul is now a painful land where you once landed to watch the battle between my heart and my brain. The scars from that battle are still fresh enough that no one ever visited this living flesh and blood the way you did. It’s been a while since you left, but the glorified sun still fools me with your shadow and the stormy nights play with my dreams like it’s a toy. My subconscious mind is continuously thanking the wet pillow for making me dry from inside and thanking that single song for helping me to stay strong, all alone. The echo of your laugh, the familiar smell of your perfume in the air, everything is killing me from inside. It’s like each of them are taking a U- turn to your place to remind me of your presence. I am alive with my incomplete sleep and our dreams attached, fighting with myself to make it a bit better life without you. Sometimes, the telephone of happiness rings in an empty warehouse of memories just to clear the dust from your frame. I have unpo