i’ve tied fragments of me
to you

first my mind, then
my soul, my body

& now my heart

(i’ve given you
everything)

trust.me you say
i would never do
anything
to hurt you

you’re special

sometimes i believe you

(but not all the time)

& you want pictures
of us t.o.g.e.t.h.e.r.

(did you do that with
your ex?)

but too clearly in my mind
i can see you saying you
only used me (‘you’re beautiful,’
a lie)

(too clearly i can see those
photographs no longer a secret)

& if you took it all back
just as i started to believe,
i would s h a t t e r

(i can see.taste.touch.
feel it)

--tears on my lips;
plastic caps in my
hands ( we do
have an excess of
pill bottles )

words on webpages
i never expected it
to turn out this way

a message to my friends
move on

a note to my mum:
i never did want to grow old

&
one.last.good.bye.

i could have loved you.
(you broke me)--

(please don’t prove
me right)

trust me, you say

-

a/n: the longer i’m away from him, the more insecure i get. it’s been two days, and i’m already at this point. i’m not nearly this emo when i’m with him. he doesn’t know.

is anyone else getting sick of my relationship insecurities? 'cause i am.