The first time we fell asleep singing Bright Eyes to each other. I don’t care if my friends say to not stay in bed listening to them. It hurts, but the sadness it makes me feel is also comforting.
How am I supposed to forget when I have traces of his finger tips pressed all over my body in different hues of blue. When the trails we made on each other still zig zag and edge up and down my torso, and they burn each time they are grazed by the clothing on my skin. I know my fucked up heart is only pin pricked and bruised, but this was the first time I let it out of my control and sight since the last time it was shattered.
I have been listening to The Beatles, Beyonce, and Drake all day, and now I have moved on to the Totoro soundtrack and the Harry Potter soundtrack.
I need a mama bear hug so bad right now, and of course my mother is in Mexico. Guess I’ll hit up my ex boyfriends mom.