I can’t rationalize missing something that was only ever counterfeit.
I spent months showing you the broken parts of me;
Laid every piece out directly in front of you for you to see.
You let me believe that you wanted every
direction on how to piece them back together while calling me damaged goods with your friends and family
behind my back.
The worlds greatest deceiver-
You obliterated every piece possible while trying to convince me that you didn’t break them because;
Well they were already broken.
And so you went on a great voyage to continue to destroy me;
Patching up the gaping wounds with “I was just angry” and “I still love you” while deliberately sinking the ship of my psychological health and-
Mocking me as I coughed, sputtered, and struggled to breathe in the never ending waves of your hatred.
I fell in love with you because I was convinced that you were capable of loving even the damaged parts of me until they healed-
And you let me believe it too.
Truth is you never were.
And so now,
I want so badly to miss what we had but for the life of me-
I just can’t rationalize missing something that was only ever counterfeit.
