it's that black hole in the center of your chest, slowly taking away the things that make you different. slowly ripping the things you love most from you. you're no longer someone's somebody, you're just someone who's been camouflaged into the surroundings. the time still moves, but you're no longer seen. when someone you love, chooses something over you it's like a natural disaster. the fabric of everything known is twisted, frayed, burned up in an instant. you thought that couldn't happen, that this would last forever. well listen sweetheart, that's not true anymore. I should know because I am you.