You broke me.
Now to survive I have to sit in bed night after night,
Reading poem after poem.
Quote after quote.
About love and heartbreak.
Happiness and sorrow.
Just hoping to find something I connect with.
That way I don't feel so alone.
That way I don't feel so crazy.
That way it feels okay that I still miss you this much.
Even though I'm shattered to the core.
Because I'm inlove with who you really are.
Not who you've convienced yourself to be.
I can't help but hate myself for still loving you.
Still crying about you.
That I have to have something to get through the night.
Because I cared enough to let you break me,
Crack me so deeply I don't know if I'll ever repair.