It’s the way heartache feels.

It's the way you wipe the tears from my cheeks. The tears you swear you never meant to make fall.

It's the fingerprint shaped bruises on my arms and legs and hips. The bruises from a grip that used to be so gentle but now is just a little bit too firm.

It's me turning my head to face the wall so I don't have to see it as you text her while you're laying in my bed.

It's forgiving you for those too harsh words you said while you were angry. Because you didn't mean them.

It's nodding my head and fighting back more of those tears when you tell me that you can't love me because I don't know how to love myself.

Its the ache in my chest when I see the faint "Read Yesterday" and yet there is still no reply.

It's the moments when i hold your hand because it feels like we're the only things keeping eachother from falling into the cracks of our crumbling lives.

It's the taste of tequila and the way I remember you saying you like the way it makes me frisky.

It's feeling your arms wrapped around me in the middle of the night and wondering how much it will hurt in the morning when you let go.

It's the fact that they're only 4 and 6 and they don't understand that you're not coming back to play Legos anymore.

It's the bite marks on my collarbones and shoulders that use to leave evidence of kisses but now I can only count the indentions of your teeth.

It's wondering when forever turned into yesterday and tomorrow turned into a question.