Stain On My Heart

August 17, 2017

There are times when I can still feel your body hugging me close while I sleep. I can feel the ghost of your lips on my neck, my heart, and my forehead. When his hand wraps around my waist, I wish I could feel yours. But he gives me butterflies while you gave me heartache, he plans, and you were spontaneous. He and I can talk for hours while you and I held each other in silence. I miss you, and it hurts when I see you or when I speak your name. Deleting pictures was easy, but erasing our memories in photos does erase you from the stain you left on my heart.  






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