candlewax and polaroid on hardwood floor

even after the terror, i could never hate you. in all my sorrow, in all my grief, there is one common denominator: i loved you once.

regardless of how many times seasons change, don’t let me become a footnote when i used to be the whole story. it’s nothing now but it was everything then.

Your heart has been broken before. I don’t blame you. You loved her with a love more innocent and younger than ours. I try to pick up and mend shards of your heart, but what does that matter if you’d snatch the pieces right out of my red glue-ridden fingers because you don’t want to her go. You’d rather die with the miserable memory of her than stand on the precipice of all my love. I don’t blame you. I can never blame you.

you taught me love, and to you: i am so sorry you weren’t the one i could share it with