Hi!!! New year, new post (that was technically written in 2019 shhhh), and uh… not a new me. This is actually a really nice piece, I think. It sums things up really well and I like the words I used. Without further ado… this!

It’s weird to love someone you’re not allowed to love anymore. Oh my god, you tore me apart, broke every bone, left me in pieces. You ripped my lungs out, I’ve forgotten how to take in air. I’ve been put back together by scotch tape; soft words and adhesive. You tear it off with every glance. I know you pulled my heart out, I know you’re an unnatural disaster in my life, so why is it that I’m still soft for you? I want to cup your face in my hands, ask you why you looked so sad today. Not that you ever did for me. I want to tell you about my day. Not that you ever asked. You decided you didn’t want to be loved by me anymore. Why can’t I stop?