Stomp on my heart a bit harder

 I don't think you broke it enough.

When my thoughts lead back to you I feel like crying.

You're like snow, beautiful, but cold.

The butterflies you leave in my stomach 

every time I see you have turned to weights instead.

Your words feel like acid on my skin and the sound of 

your laughter now makes me want to vomit.

I want all my secrets back.

I, sometimes, wish I had amnesia 



and could forget about you all together.

Just looking at you makes me feel sick

Because I am really not fine at all.