so far this year, the only thing i’ve been is a disservice to the people around me. most days i’m too selfish to get out of bed.
despite how hard i’ve wished and prayed you weren’t the one. you are. and i know i can never love you how you want me to.
i look forward to the darkness and the quiet. even though i am scared of it, that is the only time i feel something.
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
the bed groans under you weight as you slip in bed. warning me that it’s not just me, but that you smell like another woman.
another valentine’s day without you is another year of melancholy.
i’m so sick of sadness.