Some part of me hoped for the worst outcome Then at least I wouldn’t have been alone Now I’m just stuck with all of the practical and logical decisions I’ve made Unhappy You Appeared before me again Struck me with beautiful blue I am Bruised beaten Would’ve been ok if you Were by my side Who the fuck am I The punishment for being nothing Is to remain nothing But you won’t even let me bear it with pride You Want to tear a goodbye with a demand With venomous lips I miss them I miss the fallibility of the heart I miss how you break logic with a touch I’ve stepped too far. I wonder if I can grieve again. ![[IMG_3122.jpeg]]