(Source: this--too--shall--pass)
Your quotes “I need to start over” “We’re not together” “I hate you” “I’m doing whatever the Hell I want” “I like someone else”
You denied when I begged for a second chance. You changed without me knowing. You took “breaks” for the Hell of it. You never waited. You didn’t care anymore. You did it all at night so I couldn’t do anything or sleep. You ignored. I chased. I clinged. I made the effort. You didn’t appreciate.
I’m not even saying any of this right. But now that its flipped over a little, you wonder why I’m like this. Why I said you broke me. Why I can’t delete my messages without reading what it was like. I love you, but you broke me.