letter from the broken hearted.

sleeping.

because you think it’ll make the pain go away, but when you awake your heart is still skipping some beats.

you never thought this could happen so soon. there were so many promises to be fulfilled. but it’s all over and done with.

you told him he completed you, he told you that you were his angel. you were always saving him at his lowest. but who’s going to save me? who’s going to use their beautiful black wings to hold me close at night so that i don’t feel alone? who’s going to make sure my heart doesn’t crumble every time i look out the window observing how life is still going on, but my world has stopped?

back to sleep.

my only peace.

no sleeping tight, but at least i will temporarily be alright.