I know I set you free
I know I did the right thing
But being right feels so wrong
But you know I always had to be right

And it's three in the morning and I miss your face
And everyone is saying you miss me, too
But I set you free because you deserve the world
And I could only give you me

You're gone now and I think that's okay
Or at least it's supposed to be okay
But I'm not okay
I am so ******* far from okay

I hope you're doing well
I hope you remember me on nights like tonight
I hope that when you wake up you feel free
I hope you know that's all I ever wanted you to be

There's a cute boy at work
And when he smiles I think of you
The two of you couldn't be any more different
Yet I find myself comparing you
Finding every little similarity

From the way his eyes flicker when he laughs
To the way he taps his fingers nervously
You used to do the same things
And I thought they were so beautiful

I wonder if you see me in the girls
You spend the night with

Dear you,
I wrote you a letter last night in the middle of an anxiety attack. I didn't know it was addressed to you until about halfway through, but it only makes sense that it all comes back to you. I guess I wanted to write everything that was going on in my head onto paper, to stop thinking about everything and everyone, including you. I keep saying I'm happy for you that things are getting better for you and that you're happier now but I think everyone knows I'm just pretending that I'm not in ruins that you left me for dead. I hope you think about me sometimes, I hope you remember who I used to be.
Love, always,
Me.

I lost track of time when you left
Spent too many nights tearing myself apart
And taking shots to forget about us
A girl I met at a party told me she had been feeling like this for three years now
So I went out and bought a watch
It dangles on my wrist and I spend more time with my mom and I took up therapy
I won't be another victim
But every time I check the time I think of you

and maybe if we burn
I can show you
all we are made of
is fragile skin and bone
we can drench ourselves
in kerosene
like the first rain of spring
we can find god in the rain.
all of these scars mean nothing
if we burn
all we are, are skin and bone
muscle means nothing to gasoline
love means nothing to wildfires.

When they tell you that everything will be okay,
They aren't lying.
I know that it feels like your heart will always be hollow and you'll never laugh again,
But I promise you that your days are going to be lighter and your smiles will come easier.
Eventually you'll stop biting your nails anxiously and you'll feel like you fit into your old sweater again,
You'll have a bad day and your first instinct won't be to text him, it will be to call your mom.
You'll dance in your room at night to your favorite song and even though you won't forget him singing it to you last September, you won't cry when the music starts.
You'll see a cute boy in the grocery store and when he asks for your phone number, you won't remember what it felt like when everything broke down, you'll only feel butterflies.
Things always have a habit of getting better, and even though you feel broken now, you won't be broken forever.