maybe I wanted to not hurt.
and maybe it was impossible. maybe I was destined to hurt and there was no way out of it, and maybe I'm being really selfish for trying to run away.
but maybe I just wanted to feel nothing after remembering your face, or hearing your name, and maybe I just wanted to stop being complicated for once.
maybe I just don't want your help in this aspect of my life, and maybe I don't want to be any more pathetic than I am now by asking the person who broke my heart to put them back together.
or maybe I just want you to say that,
even for just a bit,
you need me still.
(but you don't.)
YOU ARE READING
hiraeth. //
Poetryhiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. //lowercase intended.//