I still have the unicorn. It sleeps on my bed like a ghost of us- quiet, but louder than anything you say now.
You gave me your hoodie, your cologne, your"forever". And then you gave someone else your time, your hands, your smile.
I spent three months trying to put myself back together, while you handed your broken pieces to another girl. Did she even know she was a rebound for something you still weren't over?
Now you call me again, in secret. You say, "Don't leave". You ask, "Will you love someone else? " Like you forgot you already did.
But the truth is- I can't. God knows I've tried, but no one else feels like you.
I hate that i still love you. I hate that my heart holds a space for you that no one else even comes close to.
You moved on with your body. I stayed behind with my soul.
And when we're alone, you look at me like I'm still yours- but only when the world isn't watching.
That's what hurts the most. You don't ask me to be yours. You ask me not to be anyone else's.
And I don't know how to stop loving you- even now, when i should.\n\nThea Chames
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