I thought I saw you whenever I go, but I didn't though
I know exactly that I don't want to meet you accidentally. I dodged aesthetic places, art places, places where you will go, but I kept searching your face. I hope it’s you, looking at me and wondering why I’m here, what I do, and who I’m with.
I know something, I look at you smiling and from that smile, I just know that you’re not the man I loved before. You’re not the man who called me babe before. I just know, our path is different now.
How could you be fine while I struggle even to breathe?
Seeing you happy while I'm struggling to wake up in the morning it’s sucks. and you don't even really feel sorry at all. I’ve tried to move on, to let go, but some wounds cut so deep that they seem to defy healing.
Sometimes, I just need to accept that you’re the kind of person who can act as if nothing happened. As if they didn't disrespect and damage people, ruin someone’s mental health and life, cause pain and trauma. THE AUDACITY
I wish this is the last page I write about this fucking heartbreak things
Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?
Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?And in plain sight you hid
But you are what you did
And I’ll forget you, but I’ll never forgive
The smallest man who ever lived
