i think i understand all those poems about heartbreak now.
i'll forever be mourning what we could've had while also trying to cling to the pieces of the memories
it's not the hurt that comes from true heartbreak
but it's going to be a deep ache that i feel every time i see something that reminds me of what we could've been
and if you're reading this i'm sorry about airing our shit in public but thank you for everything
your, well… not love but affection
was beautiful and scary
and that vulnerability terrified me
i had never let anyone get close to me like that before
and as i gather the scattered pieces of my emotions
i can't muster up any anger
because the ache dominates everything
and i hold our memories tenderly in my hands like broken glass
and even if they cut me, it's okay
because i know that it will heal eventually
