I thought the breakup wasn't going to come back to haunt me
Boy was I wrong.
It actually squeezes me from a point of not knowing where it hurts.
I wonder if he feels this way.
If he ever felt this way.
Repressing it was a bad idea, foremostly my fault.
I was filling this void with other boys and that wasn't necessarily helping.
Readings his letters of love for me pulled strings I didn't want to be touched.

He's moved on.
He doesn't want me anymore and a part of me breaks for that fact.
I'm not mad that he has moved on, just broken.
My heart breaks and no one is watching me, no one to catch me.
I am lost.
Alone.