I’ve become too used to you. You can’t be my life, You’re only a person.
My life is my own, It’s not made of your love.
I must somehow face being alone And be okay with it. I have to embrace the nights that you aren’t here.
I have to remember That when I cry on the bathroom floor Until I make myself sick No One Is coming. No One Can Hear Me.
You told me once, It was in the middle of winter And we were driving home In the truck that belonged to your grandfather He had just died... You told me that I was your resting place. I told you that you are mine.
I don’t know exactly what I’ve become lately, But it isn’t a resting place any longer. I take up too much space.
I’ve been terrified of that since I was a child. Never having enough space to take up, Being too much, Or too little... I can’t really find an in between.
You can’t be my life, It isn’t fair. I have to learn how to be alone again. How to love my time by myself so much I don’t want to leave again.
But I tasted what it was to not be lonely. And I crave it.