coreydime

while I am laying here, I wonder, if you are laying there, thinking of me too. maybe of the rug burns from the last time you were here. it keeps replaying in my mind, haunting my dreams. Do you think of me?

I can feel you staring at me across the bed. I want to hit, punch, kill you. You took my crown and forced me to walk behind my own chariot. now I muddy and confused don't even remember I was once a queen. I will force myself to save me, before we both lose everything.