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I want to throw up every drop of my existence and melt into nothingness,
for a little while.
I don’t need you to say it back. I have enough love for the both of us.
Someone talked about you today, and I’ve felt nauseous since I heard your name.
I think since the day I met you, I knew I would love you. I don’t mean in any particular kind of way. There was just a feeling under my skin, and I was scared of it for a while. That’s why I lied to you when we were in the car. That’s why I lied to myself when you asked me if I was in love with you.
Sometimes I wish I had just said it out loud, but I know it wouldn’t have made you stay.

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He never hit me.
He scarcely raised his voice.
In fact, I never heard much from him at all.
But of course none of it’s true.
Every ill feeling I hold,
how he neglected to parent me as a child,
it’s unreasonable.
He insists, I’m wrong.
He convinces me, I’m wrong.
I convince myself I'm wrong.
He did nothing wrong.
I mistrust every emotion I have.
All my thoughts are wrong.
It’s only later,
when I feel the stabbing silence of my father in another man,
I will be reminded that the hole in my chest is undoubtedly real.
Red soaks deep through the threads of my shirt, while my brain tricks me into saying I’m fine.
the concepts of "begin" and "end" have too many synchronicities for me to believe that there's more of a difference than just the connotation.
synonymous as fuck.
I really wanted to stay,
but you remind me of someone who shattered me,
and i’m beginning to crack.
I cringe at the idea of closeness to another individual, yet I equally crave it.Â