this is how you broke her

you went home, away from the boy who just broke your heart. you ran upstairs, only to find find yourself slowly crumbling down the cold bathroom floor with tears suddenly streaming down your face and your body’s aching, especially those places where he touched the most. you tried washing your whole body with cold water, making you quiver, but you thought it would wash off the feeling of his fingertips upon your skin. it didn’t. so you crawled on your bed, covering yourself up with sheets that used to feel cozy, but for some odd reasons, they feel nothing, but rough tonight.

–a.r, this is how you broke her.