baby, go home. he's seen somebody else's eyes and fallen into them.
i know it hurts in places you can't touch, i know the sky feels darker for it. but he's loved somebody else, baby, and so should you.
don't stay. you'll spend your time worrying what you did wrong, whether tomorrow you'll wake up and he'll be gone. you'll try to become better for him when you're already somebody's impossible dream. you'll try to be her when you're already exactly who you need to be.
people make mistakes, but nobody accidentally winds up naked. either he loves you enough to keep his clothes on, or he doesn't love you enough for you to waste your time on him.
go home. cry. take long showers. tell yourself you deserve better than a future spent worrying about him.
relationships are built on trust. find somebody who won't mess it up.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Puisiwe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
