emotions, but make it artsy

#2

T/W: cheating

give me some space

you are the perfect boy.

you've always responded quickly,

you've always made me feel beautiful,

you have never failed to make me laugh.

you make time for me. always.

even if i don't want to take it.

i mean sure, i feel bad when i don't have the same amount of time for you,

but your guilt trips never last longer than a disappointed stare, or an angry

huff.

you -tried- to understand my quirks.

i know you get nervous when i ask for space, like it's a secret plan to leave you or something.

But you were cheated on in the same way, so i try to understand where you're coming from when you question what i do when i distance myself.

truthfully, i just need the space. being together so often makes my chest

feel tight, i cannot breath when we are together so much. but since it makes you upset, i stop asking for it so often.

so maybe it's my fault that i became overwhelmed.

my fault that i couldn't stand to be with you any longer than i had already been

if i had asked for space, maybe i wouldn't have felt the need to run.

away from you.

away from us.

when i told you that halloween is practically my christmas, we celebrated all october. you listened to my music, watched my shows, you tried to ditch your friends in order to be there for me (even though i wouldn't let you).

you made my happiness your priority.

why did you make my happiness your priority? I didn't want that, and i made that clear.

so i hope that one day you'll understand why i had to go.

for me.

because i am in charge of my happiness.

i just need some space.

to think

to breathe

after some time, it's clear that you were not my perfect boy.