I yearn.

I yearn For the idea of you

In so many ways I wish we could be but I know that is not for me. In so many ways I wish you could see me. To hold me. To touch me and help me pick up my sorrows. To hold. Instead it’s just cold. It’s always this man immolating torture. Belittling me. Using me. Not noticing me. The faulty perception is not broken it’s spot on and I just wanted to all my love for you gone. I’d rather be alone again than to deal with your cold melancholy-less stare or the stale thoughts of love still lingering in the air. Me thinking about how your hands felt wrapped in my hair. This comes to an end. I cannot love you. I’ve invested too much and I’m unsure why I gave it up to you. These worthless thoughts of your love mean nothing in the end because you won’t mean anything to me you won’t even be a friend. You don’t know who I am. You never wanted to. You just wanted to come in and do what you do. The reckless behavior. young in love and stuck. I honestly wish I never met you because you will always just suck.

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