ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴅᴅᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ,
ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ.
He cried because he saw snow and it reminded him of the heart he broke. Running to the bathroom his knees knocked together as he emptied his stomach into the toilet. He knew he ruined everything as the pieces fell apart. Something lurks inside of him, haunting him.
The sadness creeps up almost like a crazy ex. Each time happiness peaks out of the deep dark hole she has been in, he calls back. Dragging her lower than she was before.
She was never good at math but she knows she's only a fraction of herself since he left. She's been reduced to nothing but blank stares, fake smiles and bloodshot eyes.
Oh man I wish he was here to make me whole again, to have something that was really never mine at all. I'm not good at anything but being sad, but I was so good at being his.
God, you really hurt me but you've also made me so happy, I don't understand. How could you be both of those people at once? I questioned your love, but never my own. You turned yourself into a stranger right in front of my eyes, how could I be so naïve?
You're the one who made me wonder why I even wanted to stay at all. But still I am entirely yours, unable to take back my heart, for someone who really deserves it. I thought we'd last, honestly. We'd live in a small loft in the heart of New York City, a wall of twinkle lights and a windowsill of perky plants. I thought we'd have a bed that'd be covered in pillows and we would be laying down laughing because we made it.
But we didn't.
