I’d Rather Lose You Than Lose Myself
I want to be done with you. I want no connection to the person you’ve become, the cold and heartless shell of the man I once admired.
I want to be done with you. I want no connection to the person you’ve become, the cold and heartless shell of the man I once admired.
You never gave me the chance to love you. To really love you. We were undefined, and it’s quite ridiculous that you strung me along for nearly a year.
He is the boy who will forever be ingrained in your memory. The boy who you’ll think of when that song comes on shuffle. The boy you’ll find yourself thinking of at a concert because once, when things were good, he promised he’d take you to one.
I miss your embrace and how safe I’d feel in your arms, but then I remember how alone I’d feel the second I’d get home and you wouldn’t pick up the phone for another two days.
We love beyond our own boundaries. We love with a love so blinding and so heady, we easily succumb to the power of it.
I needed to have my heart torn in two to realize I deserved better. I deserved you.
I’ll never forgive myself for letting you go.
There is no greater pain than being without the one you love.
I jiggle. I have stretch marks. I have rolls. I get upset after eating. I make myself to get rid of food. I have never once felt good after sitting down for a meal.
The reasoning is this: I write about the people who break my heart. The fact that now you are the subject of my art means just that, you have succeeded in doing so.