Ultraviolet.

I am doing a million things to keep my hands full, but the thought of you is stuck there, etched in my head. No matter what I do, I still think of you. I should refrain. We both know how this is going to end, only destructive. Your pride, my insecurities. A fragmented memory of good times, only to later remind me of severe heartache I am going through.. I was broken. Still am. We are hopeless. It still, very much hurt to digest this fact.

But Ultraviolet.. lingers around me, in me, when I lie awake, when I am half asleep. Slowly beginning to not breathing you...