One day I will once again be myself, instead of a hopeless collection of pieces that are desperately reaching for your hands to be put together.
But me and you were not meant for sprints. We were made for a whole marathon.
You see, this morning I’m gone. Me, and everything you knew about me, and all the ways I gave myself to you, and my love, and my hate, and my pain that was so terribly deep that you’ve come to enjoy it.