I’ve lost a piece of myself.
That I couldn’t recover.
A piece of me.
Taken away from a former lover.
What a weird feeling.
To be incomplete.
To be empty.
Without you next to me.
I know things haven’t always been peachy.
I know we both got angry.
I know you are over me.
But I can’t seem to get over you.
It doesn’t make sense.
I know that in my brain.
But my heart hasn’t got the memo.
But my heart wants you back.
And I’m conflicted,
Not knowing what to do.
It’s like a loss of self.
And these feelings can no longer stay on the shelf.
And I know you’re not ready to talk about it.
But I need to process my emotions.
For I’m tangled in this web.
Spiralling in my heart and head.
Over analyzing everything.
Overthinking everything.
What is wrong with me?
Why can’t I be free?
Of these feelings?
I’m not even sure how I truly feel about you.
When one moment I resent you and the next moment I long for you.
Is this love?
This can’t be love.
I don’t know what this is.
Maybe it’s because you were my first?
I don’t know.
For i’m just at a loss right now.
For one hand I want to save our love and what we had.
But also know that some love can’t ever be saved.