I’m not easily broken, but you really cut me down a notch. You led me up a tall cliff with the "I love you’s" and the "what would I do without you’s" and then you pushed me off the edge. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath as I watched you shrink away. Now here I am back at the bottom, in a pit of broken trust and low expectations. Another hole punched in my paper heart.

Lately I just want to be alone and curl up into a big sad ball, but even a ball could roll out of bed. So I guess I’m more like a sad puddle that most people avoid until they step on me and suddenly it’s my fault they weren’t paying attention. That’s what it seems like anyway. Like I’ll always be in the way and all I give will never be enough.