Some days things are easier and then it hits me like a truck how lonely things are and how fucked up it is that we sat here for a roughly two months, blaming me for everything when really you wanted an excuse not to want me anymore.
I know I could have been better. I know I could have done more but when I did do more, when I took every bit of myself and changed it, when every single issue you threw at me, I fixed, it wasn’t about me anymore.
A big part of me wants you to realize your mistake and realize that you still love me.
I would love to think I wouldn’t just give in if you asked for me back.
But I don’t think I would be able to hold out.
Heartbreak hurts. And even as I move on, even as it dulls to a low throb, sometimes it flares up.



















