Lets pretend we never stopped talking.
That the past few weeks didn't happen.
That I haven't felt empty.
That you didn't leave me in and endless state of hollow.
Lets pretend that I've been eating normally.
That my appetite hasn't consisted of just you, or your voice, or your laugh... Your touch.
Lets pretend my heart stayed mine.
That it only functions as an organ that pumps blood.
That my anxiety and depression cant use it as a tool to hurt me.
Lets pretend that hearts are just organs.
That they don't break.
That They cant be stolen.
That they don't ache.
I am not saying that any of this is true...
I'm just asking that you pretend,
Please.
About the Creator
The Incurable Antidote
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