I’m starting to think about you and I and with clarity
Not with anger, or annoyance, just as two people.
Two people, who once knew each other, but were not meant for each other
Friends, is really the best option. It always was.
It wouldn’tve mattered when it ended, it would have anyways
How blind i was to what was happening and I’m sorry
For everything, but in the end, our end, this is how it was written.

This isnt some fluffy wonderful fairytale

This is life

And in this life

I’ll never be good enough for you

Love is being strangled,

gritting your teeth,

and screaming.

Love is punching a wall

and breaking your knuckles

to release the tension.

Love is feeling

like sinking,

drowning,

spinning completely out of control.

Love is awaiting

praying

for silence to this overwhelming emotion

"you don’t express emotion very well do you?" he asked

I limply smiled while silently shaking my head.

"It’s easier. Less to worry about when it’s all in your head."

He didn’t quite understand, but he knew to hug her; and that’s exactly what he did.