I hate it

Severed attachment

Commitment issues internally being advanced

And I’m left here

god I want you

I want you so badly

Even though you treated me so badly

So badly I want you

The high points were amazing

Or were they?

Were the dramatized scenes in my head playing off real life events better than the latter?

I dreamt about the times I could have kissed you

I daydreamed about the moments we should be having

But you’re gone

Saying you need to figure your life out

You can’t take care of me

You don’t have time

Your sorry

But what do I do now

Because in trying to take care of me

You left me with the desire to take care of you

The unfilled

Never will


The worst part is

I would take you back

Give me a call

My heart comes back.

If love hurts than this is it

because I pass by your street every morning and think of u

And my heart hurts

My body gets antsy

And I dream & dream & dream

Of how I long to be with u

I love this

You made me insecure

You left me around waiting for the text

Stringing me along like a old sweater you can’t get rid of

Maybe that is what I am to you

— — — — or was to you

Old sweaters get placed in the box under the bed

And that’s where I was

With all your other memories forgotten

You would pull me out and remember the good times

Complement me even

Then right back under the bed

Never taking place of the new

always being thought of as the old

reliable ? That’s what I called myself

I’m always there for him!

I would reassure myself that he knew this

He knew this

He DID know this

And that’s why I’m so hurt

Because he would string me along

Then count on me


it was a scream I knew far too well

Being a second option

An after thought

A “just in case”

Getting rid of you could be the best thing I would ever need

but need is a word I’ve associated too many times with you

And not enough with me

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