missing them in never going to stop hurting.
it might be in the back of your mind, you might even forget about it for a while, but it will always be there. it’ll hit you when you’re least expecting it.
that’s the worst part of it, ya know?
the pain comes out of the blue. you’ll be sitting, drinking a cup of tea at three in the afternoon and you’ll remember how they took their coffee with no sugar. you’ll remember how their hair used to stick up all over the place because they would forget to brush it. you’ll remember how they use to laugh so hard they would almost have tears running races down their flushed cheeks.
but these are good memories, right? this is how you want to remember them.
Next minute you’re doubled over, clutching your stomach and silently screaming to release the pain that’s tearing into your heart. muffled tears and crescent shaped scars on your palms where you clenched your fingers so hard to stop yourself from feeling the knives in your stomach, in your back, in your heart.