‘Someone else has been here before’ I think to myself as I look at the writings engraved on his wall. ‘Someone has been in this same exact position before, laying the same way, thinking the same exact thing.'
This lover’s gathering between him and I isn't so special. Being in his bed makes me want to dig a hole into the wall, climb out the other end and join all the other broken hearts laying on his door step. My heart’s not broken yet, but it’s waiting in line with all the other poor souls.