It’s horrible, just looking at the person,...

It’s horrible, just looking at the person, who was once in your arms.
It’s horrible, looking back at all those fights we fought.
It’s horrible, thinking I once had you.
It’s horrible, not wanting you, but not wanting anyone else to have you.
It’s horrible when your heart bleeds, because every second of the day. You’re thinking back to him. The memories. The photos.

Emma wrote on July 20, 2010

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