𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

seventy eight

Broken

People want something to believe in, some people choose to believe in is the power of change, some people choose love, but believing in love doesn't guarantee a happily ever after. I saw the way you looked at her; it was the way you used to look at me. With longing and love. And now the only memory that has been left of us is broken promises and broken trust. The cracks and rips of our relationship became too big for us for us to only patch them up with band-aids. We can no longer ignore the bullet wounds pretending that they are only scratches.

We have to face reality that love is just a crazy game that leaves us hurt and in tears. What happened was the last shot that finally killed me. I was bleeding out, but now I finally have the courage to take out the bullets and stitch myself up, and begin healing. Without the one holding the gun that is responsible for the bullets lodged deep within my core, without you.

Once upon a time, I trusted you, but you broke that trust. You betrayed me, made me take precautions for the future. I made you make promises you couldn't keep, but I told myself otherwise. I tried to believe in you, because I believed in love. So go be with her, hell go screw her because eventually you will screw her over like you do everyone.

You suffocated me, and even after we said goodbye you still had the power to take my breath away. The concept I still cannot comprehend is how, after all we have been through, after all you put me through, I would still jump in front in anything capable of hurting you, so it would hurt me instead. And that scares me.

It scares me because I can't live my life without the constant need to protect you when in all actuality I am the one needing protection. I need to begin protecting myself. When all you have done is break me why am I still willing to break myself for you?

So this time when I say goodnight cherish it because it is the last time.

This time it's good-bye.
This time I need to save myself...

•A/N: trying something new, like short stories with capital letters, so enjoy this series of short stories and who knows maybe there is more to come•