The docks were dark and grey . The wind blew hard but cold on my face as I rolled down the window. I knew that my life was just about to end. I always had loved him. My stomach felt as if someone just punched me hard. I guess that’s what love feels like when it dies. A funeral that no one wants to go to. An ugly cold one where the coffin is left open so you could see the ugly mess that had happened. As if a train hit you, parts flew everywhere and now it’s someone’s job to try to put you back together. Seven years, 35 pounds and a pack of Marlboro Lights a day isn’t that bad. That is what is left of me. I guess these cheesy love songs were made to make you feel like shit right? Love is all just nonsense.
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