short stories

We're toxic

People don't tell you how scary it is, or how much it hurts when you realize you're moving on. Last night was probably the worst of it. I couldn't breath and I thought I was going to throw up from how much I was crying. I couldn't stop shaking and I could hardly see through the tears.

I think we're toxic. You leave, I die a little more, then you come back. And I'll always let you back in. I don't want to let you in again, I know I'll get hurt and when you leave again I'll break even more. You're my addiction and it's hard to let you go. No matter how toxic we are together I always want you back in my life, even just as a friend, because I feel like I need you. You were everything to me and I'd never felt so inherently safe with someone before. That being said I've never been so broken by someone before. You aren't good for me, but I'm addicted.