I know I'm not the type of person who always tells you my troubles and concerns
And maybe it's my own fault
Maybe I would just get too scared of what the outcome would be
(We both knew your reactions would always vary)
But here it is
Every little fucking thing that would keep me up at night sobbing into my pillowcase
Everything that made me wonder what all this was even for anymore?
Everything that made me feel like I was losing my mind
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The Aftermath
PoetryEverybody talks about the pain of going through a toxic relationship, the heartbreak of it all, even, once it all ends. However, nobody really talks about the aftermath. The toxic tendencies that you unwillingly adapt, the constant overthinking and...
