moving on.

I'm trying to connect

all the pieces that are left

from this tearing past

I don't want to be torn

I keep talking to you,

but it feels so damn silent

as if every word gets lost

in the space between us

don't look at me,

if you can't see

who I am

what happened

that you think

I would be okay with that?

surely you didn't notice

how I looked at you

surely never realised

what I was willing to give

I thought

I owe you all of this,

but then

I learned

you aren't even worth the pain

maybe

I did to myself

what you've already done to me

so

I will do to myself

what you never could

and love