and when you said that, man,
that hurt.
it felt like you took the sharpest knife in your drawer and pierced it right through
my already torn up heart.
it felt like you took my heart right in your hands
and tore it to bits.
sometimes i believe
that your intentions were to hurt me
but then my subconscious speaks up and says,
"he didn't hurt you. well he didn't mean to. the only one who intentionally hurts you is yourself."
and i think that's maybe why i blame myself for everything.