the break.

We’re good at breaking each other’s heart

Sadness overpowered us from the start

Doomed to repeat the same mistakes

Doing whatever it takes

To keep going, living, trying

Even though, every breath feels like I’m dying

It’s unfair to keep going like this

I didn’t even realize that I left a part of me with you

And you did the same.

A lover without a piece of their heart feels drained.

That’s why we don’t look the same.

I wish that I could steal that part of myself back.

But I fear that it’s a part of you.

Like you are a part of me.

The part that I love and despise at the same time.

The part of me that I don’t recognize.

The part that’s so foreign.

The part that’s so far away.

And now, I’m left broken and alone.

We shouldn’t suffer in silence anymore.

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