BEPECKOBBLE.

You’ve shattered me into pieces and blamed me for giving up on us.

I fought for us for two years.

You gave up on us every time you had a chance.

Every time things got hard.

I gave up on us when I realized I’d lost my dignity.

I gave up on us when I realized I’d lost myself.

I gave up on us when I realized you stopped choosing me.

March 14.

I lost track of us yet I know that we are running of time.

I can’t just stop myself from stopping myself feeling that way.

I want our toxic and yet destroying arms.

I want us to be us.

just us.

We.

March 3.

I miss you.

But mainly because I hate sleeping alone.

I like you’re being my safe place.

Yet, it still hurts.

I’m searching for that kind of pain.

To prepare myself for giving you power to hurt me.

Yet I’m still not over him.

February 8. 

You broke her.

You completely broke her.

Is not that she wasn’t realistic, but she wanted to believe that the world wasn’t against her.

Love was the only thing that will save her. Or at least try.

She knew love was going to be hard.

She knew that at one point it required two people to keep fighting for each other in order to make it work.

She knew that the idea of love was real yet raw enough to crash you down.

You broke someone’s heart.

For all the times you left.

For all the times you decided for her without asking her opinion.

For all the times you gave up on.

For all the times she kept crying about you.