checkitOut.

hello, how are you?

Im trying for the millionth time. 

hope you made it out of that town, where nothing ever happened. 

You never seem to be home,

To tell you Im sorry for breaking your heart. 

Im sorry, and hope you’re well

There is no secret i like to talk about myself,

But at least I can say that I tried. 

Yours, Sincerely. 

The other side. 

Losing you, wasn’t the hard part. The losing of myself, that left me in a state of dismay and fatigue forcing myself to watch me fall apart was the hardest part. While I was falling apart, I watched everything fall beneath me, with the identity I loved, and though I reasoned it to be my only true self, it’s perished with everything else I loved.

It’s hard to love someone you dearly love, when who you where before wasn’t who you are today. I can’t remember who I was meant to love, because love was the arrow that lays in my identity of what I ought to know.

the pain of your actions radiates within the chambers of my chest, with every heart beat I feel the leaks of betrayal sliding down the anchor of my trembling walls. 

Glimpsing back into the reality, I so reluctantly pulled myself out of. Plummeting back into the mind frame of wallowing self pity. 

In short.