All I wanted was for you to be the one, but after literally years of trying it became clear that you just wanted me to make you happy and you didn’t care when it came to my happiness. I thought I made myself small enough to fit in your heart but the fact of the matter is I need more love than you do. I need the affection, the attention, the gifts, the feeling of being remembered, all of it.
I never stopped loving you, I just started trying to love myself more. I just wanted you to love me. I wanted you to put in the same effort in I did. I just wanted to feel safe. I wanted you so badly to be different. But what do I know.
We were never going to go further than what we were so I didn’t want to play pretend. I didn’t wanna keep arguing, being good, arguing, being good. I didn’t wanna do the cycles anymore.
Now you’re back at your parents and I’m alone in my bed, and I just miss the security. I miss feeling you in the bed. I miss all your things, I miss hearing you breathe while you’re sleeping.
How do we do this now? How do we go from breathing each others air to being strangers?
