Most Of The Time I Don’t Even Know What Today Is Then Certain Dates Roll Around That I Can’t Forget

As much as I long to hear it it eases my mind to realize the reason you can’t say you love me is because you do

Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness

I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other

I have a book full of you

I took the blame

And you were happy to let me

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I want...

I want to rail. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell out horrible things about him and make him feel as useless and broken as I do.

I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke my hair and tell me it will be okay. I want to believe it will be okay. I want to be safe. And secure.

But no one hears my wants as they fall directly into the blackness which was once my heart.

Time again to box it all up. Put it away. Pretend I don’t feel. Time to lose myself in mundanity. Hide from passion. Give up on hope.

You break my heart   not because you don’t love me  But because you don’t love yourself

I keep typing out all my feelings to you Then I remember I’m not allowed anymore