do-i-do-this-to-myself

i don’t know why

but,

every time i see you.
every time i think of you.
every time i hear you.
every time i see you post on social media.

i can’t help but break down because you are still my whole world, but now i’m not even a piece of yours.

—  sarn
He told me that we couldn’t fix what was already broken.
I told him that broken crayons still color.
He said no one wants to deal with that. It’s much easier to just find new crayons. Throw the old ones away.
And you wonder why I still feel like trash.
—  You threw me away.