264. Torn
I've got three versions of Ire and Sentiment's "Lie to Me" on repeat. I was going through old livejournal entries so I could find a poem I started writing and wanted to work on.
Danny's leaving on December 20th. I get to see him roughly once every three days. This is killing me. I broke down in his arms in the middle of his driveway tonight.
Today is our two-year anniversary, and I am currently being nostalgic about being seventeen and heartbroken.
I'm wrapping myself up in that pain like it's a security blanket. I feel numb. Like I did years ago. I can't stop crying. I don't know what the fuck to do with myself.
Today I should be happy. I shouldn't hurt this badly. It's not like he's breaking up with me. And it's not like we still won't have time to spend together.
And part of me knows that last sentence is almost bullshit. I'm working so much now, and he's always in school.
Danny's leaving on December 20th. I get to see him roughly once every three days. This is killing me. I broke down in his arms in the middle of his driveway tonight.
Today is our two-year anniversary, and I am currently being nostalgic about being seventeen and heartbroken.
I'm wrapping myself up in that pain like it's a security blanket. I feel numb. Like I did years ago. I can't stop crying. I don't know what the fuck to do with myself.
Today I should be happy. I shouldn't hurt this badly. It's not like he's breaking up with me. And it's not like we still won't have time to spend together.
And part of me knows that last sentence is almost bullshit. I'm working so much now, and he's always in school.