i just want to be over it. i can not tell you how exhausting it is to still be sad over you. to still sit in my room every night trying to process your lies and cringing at the thought of your love and let me tell you about the time i fell to my knees screaming about how i loved the way you broke me in half and how i would let you do it again just to feel something and i want to know how you feel nothing when i feel everything; sometimes never and other times all at once. and why do my bones ache as if i have been thrown down the stairs why can't you make up your mind you are here or you're not it is not both i promise you one day i will stop waiting for you to fix this because i know it can't be fixed and soon I'll believe it and your hands will let go and i will breathe just fine





