It’s not fucking fair because you’re perfectly fine and I have tear stains on my pillow and pills down my throat. You’ve moved on while I’m drowning myself in whiskey trying to remember what it felt like to be in your arms. You’re happy with someone else and I lose hours of sleep thinking of you and what I could’ve done to make you stay. You’re rebuilding yourself while I tear myself apart.
I wish with all my heart it was the other way around. (via darthcaitlinnnn)