I stumbled across this and it got me right in the fucking feels, so I wanted to share it. The only author listed is "d.g."
"Fucking"
You really fucked me up you know.
I can't fucking sleep,
I can't sleep without touching one of your old fucking shirts.
Or touching your side of the fucking bed.
I can't live like this.
But somehow I am.
I can't sleep without putting one of your favorite books on the bedside table.
Putting one of your shirts at the end of the bed and yelling at you about it in the morning when I am well aware that you are
not.
here.
I am aware that wetting your toothbrush to make it seem that you had only left for work but were still here.
with me.
Makes me sounds psychotic.
I am aware that slamming the front door like you would at exactly 5:34pm when you would get home from work is a bit over the top.
But I only do it to full my mind with noise, to make this ache less powerful.
I am aware that talking to myself like you are here is a little weird.
I am even more aware that hearing a response in my psychotic mind is another symptom of this ridiculous heartache.
I can't fucking sleep.
And I know that you have fucked me up so bad that even if you came back I wouldn't be able to sleep, afraid that I would go back to yelling at you to take out the trash when there is no one in the fucking house.
-d.g.
