̶ ̶  xl. BROKEN PROMISES.

i waited as if time was going to heal the broken spots you had left in me but it only brought more agony as i tried to cover up the pain with a loose smile and cried in a locked room with a pillow that still smells like you as the memories of us fill me up to the point where there is no room left for my lungs to expand

and it begins to hurt to breathe,

and i don't know how to heal myself when all the band aids i have aren't tacky enough to stick to thick wounds,

and the ghost of you continuously pours salt into them with the lingering feeling of your lips pressed to mine,

and your fingers in between the ones you held on to so tightly whenever you were the one having a nightmare.

yet when i was,

you were nowhere to be found.