Another lost day of aimlessly wandering these halls that we once walked. Hand in hand, arm in arm. Life moves on and so we grow apart. It’s been two months of us.. you.. ending it. Was the luggage to heavy? Where the knives too sharp? Where my words too harsh? Did time not let the poison bleed out?..
Where my words not soft enough? Did you still not feel enough?
I tried to sow what I had reaped, I tried to stitch back the pieces of our hearts that we tore apart. One after another we slowly departed. One by one we tore our hearts more and more. But how can we call it love? When they should be whole.. these tiny breaks compared to my mile wide fault lines I dig into your trust, your love.
I hope he treats you right.. I hope he knows how important you are, that your worth has no limit.
I hope you see these. I hope these can soften your heart one day.. soften the calluses I formed in your heart and mind.