I woke up and for a second I forgot

I thought it was all a bad dream

That this empty shell feeling was just a part of a nightmare

And the pounding of my heart just a symptom of panic of waking from a dismal outlook

I miss him

I miss him more than I can express

I miss his voice

His cute little chuckle

His stupid jokes

His mind

His face

Those eyes

It must be a horrible illusion

To think that I won’t be experiencing him again

But this is my existence

And now all I want to do is not exist

Because my reality is heartbreak

A constant, powerful ache

And life without him

Knowing that he is moving on without me

That he was never mine to begin with

And he will never be mine

This slays me

So I escape into sleep lately

It’s the only time I don’t have to think about my reality

I get to kill time with blissful dark

And strings of unrelated images and story lines

My only woe is that eventually I have to wake up

And face the truth

About samlobos

I am an avid fan of creating narratives in my head about random experiences and quotes for future books I will probably not write. I harbor a 15 year old girl in my psyche and like to solve world issues when I'm half asleep. View all posts by samlobos

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