not okay.

i'm sorry that sometimes i make you feel as if you're flying high but then the next thing i do is ripping your wings off and watching you fall

and i'm sorry that i can't pick up your pieces but i still try to pick up myself

i remember all the times when i asked you to tell me it's okay and you did, even though it wasn't

i remember when i broke your heart for the first time

and how you've let me break it again and again and again

and when one time i cried "enough" and told you to finally leave me

but you didn't

and i couldn't stand how you could stand me and i got so angry at you for not wanting to lose the weight of me

because honestly, i don't think you should love me, i always feel so lonely

and i think i'm ready to fight for us but everytime i pick up the sword it's pointed at you

so this is how it is

you were lying all this time because you see

that was not okay

hope this letter finds you in good health.