‘Remember when we went to the city?
You held my hand as we got off the train.
And we just talked for hours,
as we sheltered out from the rain.
I can’t sleep and I can’t eat and I can’t focus on this.
And everything you said to me was just a lie,
something to make me feel good inside.
Nothing hurts harder than finding out the truth,
about the one thing you thought you knew.
Missing you feels like breathing’
Chloé Mellissa. 22. Journalism student. Scouse. Sheffield. Single. Fluent in sarcasm. Living just enough for the city. Strong brew, 2 sugars. Kisses in the rain. Tattooed, pierced. Photobooths. The universe. Berlin. Wu-tang. South park. Hip-hop. Pop-punk. Soco, lime, lemonade - make it a double. Picnics. Bike rides. Snowboarding. Stone circle, forever.
Scruff(s) keeping it unreal.