I'm binging netflix for the last month.
distracting myself of life,
disguising myself as workholic or social human being
and then I return to reality,
every time something else brings back a vivid memory,
"I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met"
(Lord huron, the night we met)
tears in my eyes,
that was the last series we binged together.
It meant so much to me,
more than I can even explain.
I used to be good with words,
all I can do now is mumble.
I miss you.
A part of me has been ripped apart.
And I am the one who ripped it wide open.
I can hear my heart pumping, but I can no longer feel it.
I remember the pizza we ate,
the trip to the middle of nowhere,
just to learn you hate sleeping outdoors.
those shiny eyes, the adoration,
everything left behind, and for what?
My mind knows that dreams and aspirations keep us apart, not my heart.