You are the home I was trying to run away from. I ran away from it physically only to realize I’ve fallen in love with the human version of it.
I saw timelessness
I didn’t believe in marriage but I believed in us I even named our children. I held you dearly. I have loved you furiously. I have kept to this relationship harder than I should.
It was like an hourglass. It will end sooner or later but the grain still counts.
The haunting part was that I saw dark days alone even though you were talking. The problem is that you didn’t see a problem with the noose around my neck. You didn’t realize I have one step left to take for it to send me off to God.
The problem was barely materialistic. It mostly felt like kissing a figurine. Loving stillness. Loving death. I don’t know. I just know that the carelessness was unordinary and the neglect outweighed the said words I love you
I hate sorry’s. It’s not really an apology until you stop doing it.
You kept doing it then throwing sorry
it was repulsing
At the end of it I hated you
I hated loving you
I hated myself for giving you my heart
I hated my self for splattering on the concrete when you didn’t even jump off
it takes more than an I love you and even that wouldn’t do anymore.