ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)

ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ.

September 2nd, a date like any other.
Yet, despite that, the memories that cloud my mind from that very day still haunt me.
It was 13 minutes past 9 in the afternoon when I received your message- reading it, I realized that you never considered me your "lover".
That in the end, you felt nothing romantic towards me, and I feel stupid that, out of everything, that was one of the few things I wish I could unsee.

It didnt affect me at first- hell, I found it funny, because I thought you were kidding.
But then the realisation hit me, and my vision blurred with pathetic tears, which soon stained my pillows and sleeves.
My state deteriorated; happiness only present at my desperate bidding,
whilst your words continued stealing away my stability, like one hundred and forty-one thieves.

I stared at the words that stated everything happened only through sympathy, not love,
And the feeling of sickness was overwhelming; it was formed from of all the fake emotion you showed me.
Your sentences were enough to give my maturity level a large shove,
Making me understand that maybe I was the stupid one, not thee.

I continuously reread what was on my screen, but it was difficult to discern one word from the next with my repetitive shaking,
And my breathing was unsteady, making me feel like I was going to throw up.
The same heart that once beat for you, was now squeezing and aching-
I wish I realized sooner that this was just your average break -up.

(I'm aware it barely gets to the point, but just bear with me haha.. Excuse any mistakes, please!)

(+See? I told you I was a dramatic lil fella lmaoo)