i think miss you.

If only you could give me a hint, just a clue as to what you want me to do now.

Because I'm sick of living in the dark.

I'm sick of assuming what you want.

I'm sick of being alone.

It doesn't feel right with you, but it feels so wrong without you.

If you care, then tell me.

If you don't, then just leave me to heal.

Because the scars you left still bleed and the pain I feel runs deep.

17.

Flirty stares and sly smiles.

Loud music and overpriced drinks.

Bare skin and stilettos.

Ragged breaths and pounding hearts.

She likes the change, she likes not knowing.

She likes hearing them cry for her.

She likes being loved unconditionally and giving nothing in return.

She likes the drama and the danger.

She says she has to go.

He begs her not to leave.

Heels click as she walks out without glancing back.

Heartbreak.

Disaster.

Lust.

déjà-vu

I feel like I've been here before.

The icy water surges up to my feet, sending a violent shiver up my spine. The wind squeals in my ears as it blows past me, burning my skin and my hair whipping around my face. The sea air is cold and heavy with salt. It coats my throat and nose, stifling my breath. I see the sand dance and coil up and down the empty beach. The water is dark and rough, unforgiving and cold. Each step into the water cuts my skin, freezing my blood. My hair spreads out in the water, trailing behind me. Tears well in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks, cascading down my face and into the sea.

I have been here before, but something is different this time.

The only thing that is missing is you.