I know you see me in the faces of strangers. Your sheets and pillows will always remember my shape. It’s just the way it works. I know that sometimes, when the world is still and silent, and you’re alone in your bed, alone in your head, you can still feel me.
My fingers on your stomach.
My lips on your neck.
My breath in your ear.
Replay, replay, replay.
So you’ve ripped the pages out? Pulled every last stitch of my name from your lips, and scrubbed your flesh until it bled. But I’m still here. I will always be here.
I’m a part of your history now.
N.G "For Better Or For Worse." (via darlingjustbehuman)