hiraeth. //

one thousand words.

Of the thousands of things you've told me, how many did you actually mean?

How many didn't you say out of responsibility–

Or pity,

Or so I could shut up?

How many of them did you say without finding it a pain?

How many of them were raw and unfiltered and true?

It is just now that I'm starting to doubt

Just how many of them did you say–

Not for my sake, not to do me a favor–

Just because you wanted to.

.

Take all of them back.

Because all of those words that have kept me alive

Are now just tearing me apart.