I hang on so tightly as if  don’t trust my own grip
every day is a never-ending battle of please quite down and please keep talking
any slight movement will push me past my breaking point
when i cut you off, i cut my hair off. the sound of hair dropping and scissors equivalent to the snapping of the line being held between us.
new me, no more you.
i can’t seem to shake you, you’re not even that great. i think i like the half *** attention you give me more then you as a person.
Its time for me to break it off and move on for good this time. Delete you off of everything and erase your number again. Its not the silence i hate but the absence you feel when you realize you don’t talk to someone anymore. The feeling blooms throughout your chest, strangling your airway making you desperate.
Second chances don’t always work out, but at least i tried.
Heart please listen to mind this time.