P.S. I Still Hurt
I said i’d leave you alone
But nights like these make me want to talk to you.
You’re the piece of my youth & desperation
That god no longer wanted to carry.
And me?
I’m the angel he sent you.
I’m not one to believe in religion
But i still pray that you’ll come back to me.
My narcissism tells me that i am the highest being
And you proved it to be true.
You’re the kind of person
That makes people move states away
Just so they don't think about you.
I was just a sentence in your story, but you were an entire story to me.
I said i was an angel.
But by the time you were through with me,
You had plucked all of my feathers and stolen my halo.
You drained me of everything i ever loved about myself and used it to fuel your ego.
You manipulated me into believing
It was something more than just a kiss on the cheek.
Just eye contact.
Just the feel of you laying next to me.
Just a feeling.
Nothing short of heavenly.