The smell that you left behind lingers on the crispness of my sheets. The scent takes over my memories, the world slips away as I let each thought of you erase the ends of my earth. Picturing you laying beside me, staring into my green eyes as your hand traces the harsh edges of my face, the covers rising and falling with every deep breath you take. I want to stay here forever. But then, all at once, I come back, I lose the memory, I forget the ways that you looked at me, forget the feel of your palm on my skin as you touch every part of me. And then it’s just me again, laying in an empty room, staring at the place where you aren’t. Every breath escaping my chest as the memories of you fill my lungs. These are the times that I hate you the most.
(Source: hubs, via robot-heart)
