That Broken Love Story

Easy Escape

You begged for my forgiveness. You literally begged. You claimed you broke your hand out anger because I wouldn't "forgive and forget". If you listened to anything I told you, you'd understand exactly why I couldn't do that.

You know, when you look at the sun, and you get this annoying light that just blocks your vision, for ages? It's like that, except it lasts a lot longer than a few minutes. One memory will play on repeat for days, weeks, maybe even months, on end. It just keeps playing on a loop like a broken record. All I want to do is forget, so trust me, I would if I could. I can't though. I never can. I don't know how. And you telling me to do so, drives me insane.

I see no point in telling you this though, as it means nothing to you. I mean nothing to you. I used to – before all of this. You said I was your world; your everything. You planned out your future. A future that included me. A future I didn't want.

You kept making things so much worse with each message that was sent.

You know what I found interesting?

You actually had people on your side. How? Seriously. How did you have people willing to defend anything you said? Could that even be done? How should I know?

You even tried to make yourself the victim. Honestly, it was quite an impressive attempt. So, congratulations, I suppose.

Something else I doubt I'll ever forget is how you denied you'd said any of the things I claimed you had. It was just so crazy because there was so much evidence to prove it all. It all proved that you were liar. And its all your fault it exists. You could have said it to me in person, but you didn't. It was all over message. You didn't delete anything either. Your mistake, I guess.

It all ended for you, telling me to "move on". But how can I move on when you never even apologised.

It was all so much for me, emotionally, and just another week for you

You left this in your past, whilst it's still my present.

You're doing fine, and I'm still falling.