You knew.

You knew.

I know you felt that.

It wasn’t just me.

You were there, too.

I don’t deserve this defeaning silence.

If that wasn’t true, break it to me.

Give me back to myself.

Don’t let my fragments stay with you.

Give myself back to me.

You made my bed felt like a stranger.

You kept my soul wander,

wandering towards you.

If you didn’t feel what I felt, tell me.

Don’t make me believe what we have is beautiful.

I don’t want to keep hoping for us when all you just feel is for you.

Don’t make me think that we can.

That we are,

that we have us.

Please, don’t.

6.15P. 5.21.19