The house still remembers you. It creaks in the same places you used to step, the walls the doors man even the henges creaked under my breath. We use to Cook dinner together now the house is a fucking mess and no one laughs anymore the quiet makes it hard to progress

Your mug is still in the cabinet on second shelf, slightly chipped on the rim. Sometimes I catch myself turning to say something to you a complaint, complement, a debate, I can’t even find the words to pretend, that I don’t miss you. They felt endless way back when.

I thought missing you would be loud. I thought it would be crying and breaking down. Not able to stand and sitting right the fuck back down my heads spinning. the world still turns and the pains never ending. I wish I could get rid of the feeling. My heart aches and it’s constantly bleeding. My thoughts hurt and I’m not ready for the end just yet.

But isnt it a quiet sound, It’s only setting the table for one person now. It’s my head trying to put everything into my own version how. It’s waking up to silence and pain in my chest that makes me feel like the whole time I was the burden, my hearts constantly hurtin. Like it will only beat for one fucking person. I’m so sick and tired of burning these thoughts out my head I can’t get out of my bed. The house is a mess and I can’t even get dressed I really wish you would give me a sign. Im stressed I’m a mess and it’s time to get on with this healing these walls are creaking and ready to break in two

The house still remembers you. It creaks in the same places you used to step, the walls the doors man even the henges creaked under my breath. We use to Cook dinner together now the house is a fucking mess and no one laughs anymore the quiet makes it hard to progress

The worst part is how the world keeps going.

Cars pass by. People laugh outside. The sky changes days keep passing by. I just wish they could see my reaction. How I’m still in this house. it’s collapsing

My words couldn’t explain how I’m acting. I’m trying to forget about you but your pictures are more than distractions. Could u just come back tell me you need me too. I can’t stop screaming my thoughts all revolve around you

The house still remembers you