It’s crazy to think that nearly 8 years ago would be the last time I was myself
And I’m still here picking up the pieces you left me with
Only to find shards still left unfound
How I yearned to be loved by you with a love like mine again
And yet
I still haven’t found all of me
It’s even crazier to think that I lost my car, you, and my dad all within the same quarter and I still tried to carry on like my head wasn’t blown clean off.
I got yelled at today about having no oil in my car
And all I can think is about how I spiraled 7 something years ago and how much I resent you for stealing my very essence and using it for a good time
And all I can think about is how much I loved my car
And no longer wish to touch the same things I loved
And maybe that’s why I have such a hard time with relationships
Because as much as I’ve moved on, I haven’t found myself
And I’ll always hate you, just as much as I once loved you





















