I’m over you But I will never be over what we had
Try not to think of me when you are alone
Try not to think of me when she won’t do those things for you
Try not to think of me when you are tired of forcing your round psyche into her square hole
Try not to think of me when you realize you can’t find happiness pretending to be someone you’re not
Try not to think of me because I am trying not to think of you
Try not to think of me
Outgrowing pain, shedding it
Slithering from the dried brittle remnants
I have been imprisoned for far too long
Pieces still missing, still growing
But grow they will
I may never again be whole
But I am no longer broken
I keep typing out all my feelings to you Then I remember I’m not allowed anymore
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.
I made room for you in my life
You made room for me in your bed
I used to think the worst case scenario would be you decided you disliked the real me But your apathy cuts deeper than any hatred could
I’m no good with waiting.
The silence. The wondering. The voices chattering. It kills me.
But I wait. For you.