Not speaking to you is killing me!
But I didn’t choose this—you did,
which hurts even more...
You chose to walk away,
you chose to leave me here, deserted.
It’s taking all of my energy
to not text you,
to not call you,
to not scream at you
and ask why?

Why wasn’t I enough?
Why didn’t your soul want me, as mine wants yours?
Why did you lie to me and make me lose all trust in you?
Why did you make me fall if you weren’t willing to catch me?

My soul aches, and there’s nothing that will fix it. I will forever have a hole yearning for the future I envisioned.

I will forever miss you.

So done with the illusion of love.