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I want you to speak sunshine and lap up love. I want you to build mountains and learn to climb up them. But you build mountains and then destroy them and then build them back and I spent a lot of time waiting for someday.
Every time you leave, it tears me apart, but I wait for you to come back because it feels so fucking good when you do. It feels so fucking good because there is a small piece of me every time that thinks someday this will work and all of me that wants it to. I still believe there was a right time for us. But whatever that moment was, we missed it.
Can you understand that? Can you understand that there is no way to unwrite our wrongs? Can you understand that we destroyed each other and now there is nothing I can do but sit on the bathroom floor and love and cry until we are washed out of each other?
Sometimes I still hear your voice in my sleep and I sleep in to remember what it felt like to have you. Because most days, I don’t remember. Your memory has faded. You’re gone.
And most days, I am fighting the urge to press our wounds together and let your blood run through me. I want to take all of your pain from you. I want to throw it out, rinse you clean. I want to spend my whole life making you better. But I will never be enough for you.
You will always write the other girls love poems, never me. I could sit with you until 3 in the morning convincing you not to kill yourself, but it would still be meaningless compared to how ‘you are beautiful’ sounds on her lips. My friends don’t respond anymore when I talk bad about you because they know that once the anger fades, I will love you just like I always have.
There is nothing you could do to make me not love you, but there is nothing else we can do for each other. The universe gives up after third chances, and I guess now, finally, I am giving up too. I wasn’t enough for you then and I never will be. " — I know you’re sorry.
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