She said so.
her too. More than she knows.
No, scratch that
. She fucking knows.
She knows exactly
how much I miss her. She knows it's like losing a hand
, an arm
, a leg
. It's like having a piece of my concious
I told her so.
I told him too, my bestest friend
I told him how much I miss him.
I told him exactly how many times I have stopped my fist
flying forward of its own accord
. How many times I've sat with teeth
and she sat in his lap
They don't care
, but they know
I told them so.
This fifteen seconds of angst
brought to you complements of two people I REALLY shouldn't talk to. Ever