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Old Love
Old love.. the kind that still aches every now and then. It's been so long that you can barely remember his face and yet, the pain from the explosion is still there.
What a time in your life.
When you begged on your hands and knees so that your addiction wouldn't leave you.
It hurt so much. Walking around in a haze. Feeling like your heart was ripped from your chest. It's such a physical pain. Not surprising that people die of broken hearts.
It's been ten years now.
You dont ache ache for him, you ache for you. The little girl that finally understood why anyone would wanna take their own life. Anything to make the pain go away. Couldn't eat. 40 pounds gone.
It felt like someome died. He was a limb. Tragedy. Misery. Doubt. Denial.
It'll always be there, that ache when you remember.
But you pulled through. You made it out alive.
