I can’t sit still.

It’s like smoking crack and trying to sleep.
little thoughts start to haunt me,

A sore pain taking over every little inch of my body.

I’m trying to get you out of the back of my head, i’m tossing and turning,
I’m trowing images back and forth throughout my mind of the fights,
The screaming clogs my eardrums, and i’m utterly disturbed.
My body shivers with the pain, the discomfort of laying down has came to an unreachable point.

I stand up.

My legs start to shake, and i struggle with movement.
Every step comes with the chance of my bones falling to pieces.

The dessert’s era starts to slowly adapt into my mouth, so i slowly make my way to the kitchen.
My throat burns, and my stomach aches.

 I never knew you could haunt me so bad.

I knew it was going to be lonely, after you left. I knew I’d feel empty.

It’s all things I knew I would I feel. 

But I didn’t know it’d hurt this bad.

The fire that burns within my chest, burns any emotion I start to have.

It burned my love for you, and burned the hope I had for myself.

So, is this what you wanted? To take someone, and burn them to death.

If that’s what you wanted, congratulations mission accomplished.