Spooks.

Please let me go if you can not love me properly.

I already know what’s meant to happen. Just let me spend a little more time with you

But what if love is actually that easy? What if love really is rainbows and unicorns? What if it was never you that was the problem — you weren’t being too difficult to deal with, you weren’t asking for too much, you weren’t being too much to handle, you weren’t too much of anything. You were just asking the wrong person. You were just loving the wrong person. You just opened your soul to someone who was meant to be a lesson and treated them as if they were the main character instead of one of the extras in your life.

sorry i never responded to your text, i've been busy being paralyzed by my own inability to do basic tasks that are piling up.

nobody teaches you how to go about life when you didn’t expect to be alive this long

even though you did everything right, that one small thing can haunt your mind.

as my final act of love, I will swallow every "please stay" and turn it into silence so you don't feel trapped by my ache