Being alone is far superior to being with the wrong person
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I figured I lost the giddy feeling—the sound of your voice causes me, when you started to talk to me only because you needed to satisfy a thirst inside you.
I've known I started to not need you when you made me feel like: you not being with me isn't that big of a thing. It was okay. You're doing just fine without me.
It hit me—
this isn't the love that I need.
We've been trying to make a broken thing work.
Not realizing it is way better for us to be alone than to be crashing against each other because we're a puzzle not made to fit from the start.
YOU ARE READING
Skyless constellations
Poetrya compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
