Have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to grab everything and rip it from the walls and break everything because you feel broken and you want to scream and kick and cry because nothing feels right and it’s all wrong and you don’t feel right and I don’t know anymore.
I deleted your texts, doesn’t mean I will forget what you wrote. We don’t talk anymore, doesn’t mean I will forget your voice. I don’t get to hug you anymore, doesn’t mean I forgot what you smell like. Just because we don’t see each other anymore, doesn’t mean I’ll forget you.