You deleted the pictures and ignored my texts. You kissed me again and asked why I cried. You confuse me.
You love me,
But you left me.
Here I am trying to understand, trying to gather the strength to even fathom what the fuck in the world leaving someone you love will do for you.
Here I am trying to get out of my bed without crying and shying my face away from the fucking holes in the walls because now I must be ashamed that I still love you and you're not mine.
Here I am drowning in the rain coming from my eyes, salty and warm, attempting to see the good in this hell you left me in.
And there you are,
Smiling, laughing, being free.
And here I am,
Wondering why you couldn't do that with me.
And though you couldn't, you stayed with me.
Why?
"Why?" I ask.
"I'm sorry." You say.
