Reflexions
I could feel it.
His energy was implanted in each of my pores filled with emotions that I thought forgotten. Slowly breathed their aroma, the fragrance as men who had burned into my mind and refused to be deleted.
And I thought I looked.
I got nervous.
turned my head slightly to I realized that I did not look. Does not know me. Or react like me. Or anything.
Nothing.
Four letters that I destroy the soul and leave me breathless. But mostly, they make me feel a hole in his chest.
is past and I know. I just do not accept.
guess that somehow this is the work of an unfounded paranoia of unfinished feelings and memories that I find obvious the reason why I keep them. I know someone else's fault. Because
definitely not mine. Meanwhile
continue staring at the ceiling, thinking about many things, crying silence, holding in my hand my heart broken.
Okay, I'm used.
