[ this is awkwardly and quickly written and really quite personal but i needed to talk about it. i will be okay, i promise. ]
i tell myself i'm okay, that i don't even mind that you don't love me, i tell you it's okay, you're my friend and that comes first, but i just locked myself in my room and cried for five minutes whilst listening to still falling for you.
i tell myself this is an end of an era, that i'm going to force myself to unlove you, but i have six pieces of poetry about you that i'm in the middle of writing, and i once swore never to scrap work, so i guess this isn't really an end of an era. i guess i will learn to live with the cracking sounds my heart make. i guess i will force myself to be okay.
