Still to this day you break my heart.
I don’t know how you got such a grasp on me, but your hold on me weighs me down.
The one person I called Love. The ONE I told my family about. The one I held.
There’s no promise for you. I know this now. You were merely a pipe dream.
A man of many masks.
I may worry about you, I may still love you, but you haven’t EVER been you.
Falling in love with someone who isn’t even their self isn’t my idea of a good time, I just wish there were more bad times. It’d make this easier.
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