I ask myself,
when?
when will i stop hurting?
when will i stop feeling?
when will i stop loving?
stop myself from loving you?
if only there was a way
to erase the memory etched into my heart
like a scar that will always remind me
of how much i loved you
and of how i thought you did, too
I ask myself,
why?
why did i start loving you?
why did you make me feel that you did, too?
why did i not notice it?
notice that you said you loved me
only to break me into tiny little pieces
so small that i can never put myself back together again
how i can never relive our memories together
without that sinking feeling in my chest
that all of it was a lie
I ask myself
a million questions
about how and where i went wrong
a million questions
of what had happened to us
and of what will
to me
without you
I ask myself
was it all for love
or was it all for tragedy?