After You Loved Me

You made it clear you were done. I don't understand why it was so hard for you to break my heart; you didn't care, so why did it matter?

Furthermore, I sought to break my heart. I wanted to completely succumb to the darkness that was once again upon me.

And I succeeded. I paid my farewells to you as I farewell to the last bit of who I was.

I loved you. I thought that was real. That our parents couldn't make it work because they didn't love each other as you and I did.

The truth is, love is fleeting. And once it's gone, there's not much you can do about it.

༺♡༻

Story Poem about young love, attachment, and self-worth.

Updating once a day. Remind me.