it’s the days i forget you’re no longer here that get to me i can’t believe i only thought about you on Sunday. i’d trade the lapse in memory for daily grief, because back then i still tasted bittersweet denial.
cherished wound
cherished wound
cherished wound
it’s the days i forget you’re no longer here that get to me i can’t believe i only thought about you on Sunday. i’d trade the lapse in memory for daily grief, because back then i still tasted bittersweet denial.