We were so perfect together, except the part when your words cut like knives and left me deprecated and bloody. Our vicious cycle seemed to never have an expiration date even when the universe told us it did. I kept coming back.
The raw passion between is unparalleled. I find myself barely left breathing, only to fill this void. Knowing that I have finally closed the door, cut the cords, ended communication, I am left with the emptiness inside of me and the deep pain I have caused. I fucking miss you like crazy and my phone is filled constant reminders of times we spent together. It’s hard getting over you and everything that was and could have been.
I have this void in my heart, in my life that no one or anything can seem to fill. I’m fighting with myself to not go back, to not send you that email, poem, letter, song. I’m fighting to keep it in and move on, away from what we had. Dramatic ups and downs ins and outs, circling around for days, weeks, months. I loved the crazy. I loved how you made me feel. It’s hard for me to imagine anyone making me happy/depressed like you.
I fucking miss you and the chaos that surrounded us. I hate having this door closed and knowing you are gone forever. The freedom of relief that You will never hurt me again like you did doesn’t set my mind at ease. It will take time to stitch back my heart and I’m not much of a tailor. Leaving you behind means starting over, starting new, and doing something different. I’m scared to be loved by someone that isn’t you, cause I’ve wanted you for so long.
I’ll spend a lifetime in pain waiting , so I try to fill the void. And the emptiness inside me burrows deeper with every day away and every passing memory. They say time heals everything. So I check the locks, and make sure this door won’t open, turn sound and sit in the abyss of my empty void. The only place I know where to be.