I want to rail. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell out horrible things about him and make him feel as useless and broken as I do.
I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke my hair and tell me it will be okay. I want to believe it will be okay. I want to be safe. And secure.
But no one hears my wants as they fall directly into the blackness which was once my heart.
Time again to box it all up. Put it away. Pretend I don’t feel. Time to lose myself in mundanity. Hide from passion. Give up on hope.
Try not to think of me when you are alone
Try not to think of me when she won’t do those things for you
Try not to think of me when you are tired of forcing your round psyche into her square hole
Try not to think of me when you realize you can’t find happiness pretending to be someone you’re not
Try not to think of me because I am trying not to think of you
Try not to think of me
I keep typing out all my feelings to you Then I remember I’m not allowed anymore
You break my heart not because you don’t love me But because you don’t love yourself
Hanging on by a thread Waiting for you to cut the cord
I tell you I love you All you can say is “Why?”
I have a book full of you
I am angry with you But I am far more disappointed in myself
This is my fault
I let you in I showed you all my softest most vulnerable bits I allowed myself to believe you’d keep them safe
This is my fault
I thought if I believed hard enough in the two of us it would be enough for both of us
I was an idiot