to the ex that broke me:
i hope you called your mother. i know she was shit at showing it and you needed more from her but she loves you. i hope you found peace within yourself, that you’ll stop looking for the missing parts of yourself in women who could never live up to your expectations. i’m sorry i didn’t love you more, or maybe i’m sorry i didn’t love me more. i spent so long trying to piece you back together i ignored the self inflicted wounds i had created bleeding myself dry for you. i’m sorry that at the end i said everything i knew would cut you deep. once you told me that you knew even from the beginning that i would be the one to leave, and i think i knew it too. i still don’t know if i said what i did because i wanted you to hurt or if i thought hating me would hurt you less. either way i’m sorry i didnt support you when you needed me. i don’t blame you for not telling me about her, i was finally giving you everything you wanted and you knew we would fall apart, exactly as we did, once i found out. things were never the same after that. i’m sorry there’s so many words left unsaid that they spill out of me onto pages you will never read. apologies you will never hear. regrets you will never grow to understand. so to the ex that broke me, know that i broke me too.








