If someone were to ever talk to me the way you did, I would collapse all over again and fall at my knees. You have killed parts of me that were meant to flourish. And I do not know how to regain feeling there. The parts that I have severed from myself. I can’t let it happen again. But now I feel the same. Closed to the new, and the hurts the same as if I was hurt. Before the hurt. Because I know the hurt will hurt more. And so I hurt in the before, the less. But is it less? It feels the same. I miss you. But I can’t get close again. Not now. I am empty there. And it’s because of you. You took everything from me. And then asked why I didn’t have anymore? Where do I go from here?













