girlbrokendown:

To me skinny love isn’t about fingernails scraping at thinning affections, curling up into your lovers arms with nothing except layers of skin between you but finding streets, oceans and infinite distances against your bones yet you stay and whisper yesterday to each other under the moonlight because no one ever wants to be alone, I prayed for that year too, I wished for it to find another’s flesh to erode but hers, even my own in sacrifice because I was watching time expire in the rings around her sunken eyes, tired but restless in a mania far too active to sleep as I waited for the call but I never knew which one was going to make it through so every time her words rushed into an epiphany I would choke on relief warming my cheeks with silent tears dripping bittersweet onto my lips to taste as I agreed, took my place amongst reassuring responses because I missed her dear when they told us to be patient and they told us we’d be fine and that she always would be with me but it would be a different kind although the truth is that I was mourning for my skinny love long before she disappeared and now with all of my heart wasted, who the hell am I?