The cold hole in my chest is returning.
How do I treat this yearning?
To you I can not be turning.

You told me so.
I can no longer be your doe?
How far must I go?

As far as I walked,
We still talked.
Then my heart you locked.

The present makes me bitter.
I'm thinking of a quitter.
This is useless chitter.

So I still wait,
On your open gate.
This will be my fate.

that's what i'm telling myself as i think of her.
her best friends messaged me
i broke her heart.
would they have preferred that i
continue to hurt us?
i miss her, i miss her a lot.
i know she doesn't understand this
and that her friends hate me so very much.
relax, Gaige, I hate myself a fuckton more
it was the right choice, this is what needed to be done
we weren't good for each other.
god but i feel like ****. i feel so sad and alone and
**** but..
was it?

Snails walk too slow;
And everyone thinks they are low.
But beyond that weakness,
They work hard to make some greatness.
They walk through every road;
Fighting the obstacles on their own.