The Things I Have No One To Share With

Leave me alone. If you want to make amends so bad leave me alone.

Loving you wasn't hard, being loved by you was.

You say you want to one day deserve me. I want to know what terrible thing I did to deserve you.

Don't talk to me about how you've changed now. Don't tell me how much better you're doing now.

How do I love myself? How do I look in the mirror and tell the reflection I forgive them?

I told myself they didn't know you like I did.

It wouldn't take much to break my heart. It's held together by old crumpled up tape and the hope that maybe it will get better one day.

Neither of us want you to leave, but we both know you can't stay. The hardest part of breaking up is knowing neither of us want it.

I thought we had built forever together. Today I stand in the ruins of lost love.

We turned a house into a home for each other. And now that you're leaving, I have to learn to live in a house again.

I hope the next one you meet is the one. I hope they see the work we put in together and think they're so lucky. Because they are.

If I'm a collection of everything that's happened to me, why don't I remember what made me like this?

We don't deserve this. This, game, that we play with each other. Try to see who cares more while pretending not to care.

There's a version of me that I imagine in my head. I can only see her in old pictures and when I look into the eyes I see in the mirror. I recognize her, but she has no idea who I am.

I don't like who I became. I can feel the old me screaming, but I can't stop my hands or my mouth. She's crying.

What am I supposed to do when I look at you and realize I will never be loved the way I love?