Red wine and a worn leather notebook, it’s all I have when I sit here, without you.
You think I’m fine but I’m not. I’m not fine and I was going to tell you, but that wall, that damned wall between us came up again.
I want to tell you how I love you. How I don’t really know how I’m supposed to live without you if that time comes.
I want to tell you how it hurts me, hurts me to know I’m not the only one. I can tell in the way you touch me, it’s different, it’s
colder. I miss your warm touch and the way our eyes used to meet. They don’t meet anymore, did you know that?
Our hands touch but our mouths stay shut until something meaningless and stupid pops up. I need more than meaning less, cold words from you.
I’m so cold, I wish I could be cold on the outside, too. Gone, maybe. I wish you’d pull me out from inside this grave I’ve built for myself but I think
I might be trapped in this abyss forever.
I think I’ve mastered the art of missing you, somewhere in between
the 3am reruns of what I like to think we we were and
the countless mornings and afternoons recalling every line on your face,
the way your lips felt against mine that very first time,
the way your arms felt wrapped around me,
the way your eyes lit up when you smiled at me,
the way your hand felt against mine in your car as we drove to unknown destinations.
I like to think I know how to miss you right, but
it still shatters me to think of you, still hurts when I see her with you,
you look happier and in the times when I’m missing you, I find myself wondering why it couldn’t be me.
It’s not me you’re saying I love you to, it’s not me you’re falling asleep next to, waking up next to, living next to.
It’s not me you’re loving and I can’t help but wonder why I couldn’t be enough.
I don’t think I’m good at missing you at all.
There are things I no longer wish to understand. They break me, they taunt me and hold me tight in their grasp, no, you cannot forget.
I no longer wish to understand the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the sound of his laugh and the soft nudge he gave me when I said something silly. How easy it is to fall in love in a moment, one short, tiny moment in time.
I no longer wish to understand how easily my heart can be torn, shattered. It’s in pieces and no matter how hard anyone tries, they can’t be put back together. There will always be a large piece missing, the part of my heart he stole.
I no longer wish to understand that no, you can’t get over a love lost. They’ll always be somewhere inside, a voice whispering to you at a random moment in time, a fluttering in your heart when you see something that reminds you of him.
I no longer wish to feel the nostalgia, the pain, the missing you. I would say I wish I never met you at all, but even for a moment in time, you were half of my soul.
I no longer want to long for you, but mine for you is a love I cannot escape.
Would I relive you if I could?
Probably not. I don’t know if I could live through the pain you put me through, the hidden things you brought to light I wish I’d never seen.
I thought you’d fix me. You were my time. I was met with a chuckle, not yet my dear, not yet.
I was met with heartache beyond what I had ever experienced before. I was met with depression and anxiety at a new level, with fibromyalgia and BPD, with deceitful men promising me the world and taking everything I had, with a traumatic car crash that still wakes me up at night, I can’t drive those roads without reliving that moment.
I met my new friend Sorrow. They’re always with me and I can’t tell if I want them to leave or stay. I found my new favorite place on the edge, barely standing straight, the pull is so strong.
I met a new me in my reflection. She looks a lot like her, I pretend it’s okay. But it’s not. It’s not.
I met a new me inside my head, she doesn’t like to agree with me much. I can’t really control her and sometimes she likes to take over. I wish I could be rid of her.
But maybe I’d just be left empty.
I don’t know what the next year holds for me but dear God, please let it bring a new hope and healing to me, don’t let the me inside destroy me more than she already has.
Maybe I don’t have that courage,
the kind it takes to suffer with a smile, the kind it takes to keep up the facade of I’m okay,
I’m okay if you leave me. I’m okay if you can no longer handle the bite of my words despite the softness, the warmth of my hands,
my eyes. Eyes always on you, always looking for you, always loving you. Maybe I’m not
strong enough to continue the game of chess my mind plays with my heart, the irrationality of my mind winning every time.
Maybe I’m not brave enough to tell you the things I say to myself in my sleep, the things I say when I’m alone, when I’m working, when I do anything. Maybe
you wouldn’t understand. You can only understand the hurt and stress I unintentionally throw into your life.
Yes, I’m a mess. I’m a mess but I love you. And my love, I see it, I can see your patience has run clear out but please, please
don’t you dare leave me here with myself.
i’m not sure what i had been expecting, you’ve moved on and
i was always still here waiting,
wanting. what had i expected when i told you
you’re bad for me, you’re killing me and
you’re happy. with her.
what had i expected, months and months of loving, of caring for
someone who doesn’t even give me a thought for a second of their day.
someone i spent countless nights aching for, my heart
caving in on itself, my body curling into itself to ease just some of the pain,
the pain of knowing i was just your in-between girl, knowing
she was waiting there for you, you were waiting for her to
come back to you.
should i have expected anything more than that cold, careless
“you do you, take care”?
The day I lost you, I lost the diamond from my grandma’s ring, the center a black hole now, empty and broken, something will always be missing now,
I don’t know if I can replace you. I know I can’t, no one else lights up my entire being like you do, no one else can make me feel when I’m empty, I am nothing
without you. I’m terrified, petrified, I can’t even move to reach out to you, can’t speak loud enough to tell you I need you. You’re happy, but
I’m broken. Even if I couldn’t have you the way I wanted to, at least I had a part of you.
But that little diamond is gone now, too.