Words misused to benefit you.

All lies. I remember being spaced out in tears on my couch.

There you found me in between my first breakdown of the year.

I was scared and battling this transition into the ‘reality’.

It was the first time I opened up to you.

And you looked at me intensely and said I’ll never hurt you.

And lord knows I wished I knew and could trust that feeling that I didn’t believe you. Because one looked through that phone and I would’ve seen you already did.

Hurt me.

And you lied then. Random thoughts enter my mind as I reflect a year later. You said you’ll never hurt me and yet you left your phone on DND.

Why you? What did I see in you? But even then I said I’d wait.

Maybe you needed time. Time to love and explore. Then when you realized no one else got you then you’ll be back.

Pretty pathetic as I reminisce on how hard it was for me to see clearly. This image that the glass was intact but if you zoomed in you can see the cracks.

People so quick to assume happiness is reflected in appearance and that a post on Instagram gives them so much context to your business

If they only knew.

That once doors closed. Once the show and tell was over. All that remained was an empty theater and you.

Am empty theatre is in fact how I felt on the inside.

Yet I wasn’t ready to leave. Screaming ENCORE at the top of my lungs, but the band had already packed.

Come back and stop playing.

I miss you and maybe this time you’d do what you promised.

And not hurt me. Right?