The den of the Devil is no place for the innocent.

We’re not together anymore. Don’t forget it.There is a pause before he responds. Hard to forget that. The gaping hole in my chest that was left when u ripped my heart out kind of reminds me every time I breathe.

When you love someone it feels like their blood runs through your veins, their breath fills your lungs, their heart makes yours beat, and without them everything stops.”“Fuck. That sounds tragic.”Tell me about it. “It is.” I bend to kiss him again, this time on the forehead. “But it’s worth it.