There is always an unspoken understanding when two broken people meet. Maybe that's why we became friends.
The thing is, when two broken people intersect, they are supposed to take care of each other. They must use their broken pieces to fill all the cracks.
I used up all my pieces on you, and now I don't have any left for me.
I've always asked how you are, always approached you when you looked upset. I always did my best to make you feel better.
You never asked me how I was. You never messaged first. When I tell you about my problems, you never really listen, do you?
I cared about you very very much, more than I could ever care about myself.
I cared about you very very much, more than you could ever care about me.
And this is why I'm giving up on you.
YOU ARE READING
I Give Up
PoetryThis is the story of how you hurt me. It starts with you, and that girl who broke your heart. When she left, off you went-walking around, trying to figure things out. It starts with me, and that boy who broke mine. When he left, I lost all my color...
