I literally hate feeling like I’m doing this alone. I hate feeling empty, and not having anything to take away that feeling. I hate waking up to a new routine. I hate not seeing you, or talking to you. I hate that this happened, and I hate you for changing. I cant stand crying myself numb, and the only way to achieve some sense of comfort is by burying myself in your sweater. I hate this.
I’m not the same girl who was in your arms a year ago, I’ve grown stronger. My lips are a new shade of red, I wear new perfume and have shorter hair. I was so consumed with loving you, that you consumed me.
Fuck the lies
Fuck the times
Fuck the secrets
The only way you can beat my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck.