And I hope you're doing okay, even if sometimes I think of you as venom and the one who broke me, I hope you're doing alright. I really truly hope you're not returning to the black and white life you had before us; I honestly hope you're not using cigarettes and alcohol infested drinks to numb yourself. I hope with everything thats left in my aching body that you still remember me but when you think of me you no longer cry but smile, not necessarily a huge one that radiates masses of positivity but I hope its a smile all the same, one that shows you're doing okay now, and you're coping; no longer letting our bittersweet memories get in the way of you moving on. I hope you no longer feel regret for letting me walk out of your life as I do for leaving you but I hope that when you have your cup of tea in the morning on the same couch where I once joined you, you dont feel empty but instead at peace with yourself, knowing that you dont need another person to be the source of your happiness. Im so damn sorry that I messed up and I apolagise for throwing us away but if it makes you feel any better, im not okay.
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YOU ARE READING
Shattered//poetry
Poetry//just writing down the messy thoughts that are too loud for my head to handle. //poetry, ::lowercase intended::
