Messy Heart # 4

With that last letter I read from you, I…I broke. That last sentence that said, “I’ll always love you Tyler, but I’ll never be able to be with you again.” I…I broke. I try to compose my emotions as I stare down the bottle of another liquor bottler. Yelling at you in my mind to comeback throwing things throughout my room. Endless text to you because I’ve lost everything I once knew. Emotions and alcohol consuming my judgement I continue to blow your phone up looking for any chance to just get you back in my life. One text from you to give me that hope that maybe I’ll see you. Staring at my phone waiting, hoping, begging you to text me; but my phone remains silent…praying that I hear that pop up bubble saying you want to see me.