Bubble burst!

 It happened.

It really did.

And it was real, so so real.

If only for that moment.

I feel like someone has removed a limb 

I get it 

I do. 

You gotta function 

And so do i,

But Fuck, I don't want to right now.

I just wanna crawl inside myself and weep.

How can something build to a crescendo in two weeks 

And then be whipped away to nothing? 

I can't unfeel these emotions and I can't erase my thoughts 

Text messages and pictures and voice notes ...

All gone.

Even your number I can, and have deleted.

It's the only way I know how of stopping myself from reaching out to you 

Fuck it 

I don't want to be friends right now 

I don't want anything else except the picture you painted 

And the promises you made 

Fuck, every fibre of me just wants to me next to you 

And I understand this fucks with your head 

And mine too.

Im hoping that given a few days and busying yourself at work you mind set will be different. 

I'm hoping you can't live without me in your life,

I'm hoping you really wanna see me again. 

I'm hoping we can get to a happy medium with texts and calls 

I don't wanna lose what we've found

And I certainly don't wanna be a one night stand 

I'm glad I have here 

Glad I have somewhere to write and to let go.

If I'm not talking to you I have to get it out somehow 

So here seems the best place.

I miss you x