So I’ll drink my coffee until my teeth are stained yellow and my tongue is burnt raw. I will nibble at my toast until it’s too hard to even look at. I will look out the window of the coffee shop and stare into the world. I will try to write my feelings down, but won’t utter not a word. And I will write about how I miss you and how I can’t eat or sleep anymore. And then the waitress will bring my check and I will sign away, no matter my debts. I will leave the coffee shop late, into the polluted streets of your favorite city. And I will walk till I reach the end of the sidewalk and my mind finally stops bugging me. I will. I promise.
m.j.w., “my promise to you” (via wnq-writers)
Oceans of Mine 