You know heartbreak? It kinda feels like a tummy ache. Is that because I crave you? I want to consume the memories staining my brain. All the good times that wash away the bad. Or is it because I hate you? Promises made. The blood that we bled. We were puzzle pieces that didn’t fit. People don’t talk about that. That “never meant to be.” Nothing romantic about a lesson.

“You changed.”

I know.

I grew up. So did you. We grew apart. That doesn’t stop the cravings.

“It’s been so long.”

I know.

Doesn’t mean I forgot the taste. Doesn’t mean I sleep nice. Wanting to live those years again.

“We can’t.”

I know.

“It could have been perfect if you were different.”

I know.

“We were supposed to grow old together.”

I know.

“I loved you.”

I know.

“Maybe just one time. Take me back one time to when it was perfect. Consume me, I’ll be yours for just a moment.”

…I have a tummy ache…