Whose idea even was this?

mckenna-christine Poems

i don’t know why i haven’t grown tolerance to this pain. this habit. i’m totally self aware. i don’t want it to end. it still hurts just as much as it did a year ago. we were better a year ago. this aches in every way i never wanted it to. i don’t know why i can’t let go of something i was never even fully trusted to hold onto. it’s an illusion. why do you always leave the door open when you leave? while we’re at it, could you tell me just how many shared laughs we need to complete our prophecy? & honey, wait, is that really what you mean? please baby, just ******* spell it out for me. I never thought i could be this tired. this weak. you’ve left me as a fragment of the woman i used to be.