Tuesday, 1 September 2015

You Have My Whole Heart

Tuesday night. I have the TV blaring in the other room to try and drown out the rhythm of my beating heart. I have no interest in hearing its song, knowing how it has betrayed me in so many ways with you. Every time you would come back I would tell myself that this was the last time. But then you called my name and I could only follow your voice back to the only thing I know. You.