It hurts to get over you. Maybe because I was never with you, completely. Maybe because I emotionally invested on someone who never gave me the kind of love I needed.
And here I am constantly seeking validation through lines and actions.
All the emotional investment that I made is standing in front of a dead end and the hard part about this end is that there was no beginning to compare with.
I am left with a relationship that wasn’t actually one. But my love, it was real. Everyday I wake up tired, looking at my phone, remembering when I used to get those texts.
Now my phone is silent.
I miss you but I also miss the possibility, the belief that something good could have happened. It is even tough to move on when I look back realizing how much emotional toll I took.
Replaying everything in the past, wondering what signs I read wrong and failing everytime to articulate this pain that consumes every bit of me.
Every night I scream, "I’m hurt. I am broken. Destroyed." But you are not there to listen and comfort me.
I know it has been long since everything that happened, but I ain't healing. I ain't moving on. Tears are dry but I am still hurt. Still hurt.
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