As you pulled away, it felt like a part of me was leaving with you.
I’ve become too dependent on your love
Or maybe not dependent enough.
Panic burned my chest.
My breath become shorter.
I started to hyperventilate.
My tears stung my eyes.
My trust is beginning to waver.
But my love holds on.
I’m fighting to let you go.
But I can’t.
You’ll always be too good for me.
You’re too kind, too caring.
I walked home in 90 degree weather.
Sobbing every step of the way.
Hoping that the heat would be punishment enough for what I have to do.
I hate myself more than I can love you.
And I know that I will never find someone like you again.
Lightning rarely strikes twice.
Now the aftershocks of sadness cripple me.
I can’t move except to write these words.
The things that I can never say to you.
The things I should never say to you.
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