Asked by dontasktell
My heart beats with the pound of my head and honey I wish I knew the source of this dread. You see I used to be happy. I used to think this was right, but now all that’s left is a fight. It isn’t even fair how much I sit here and let myself care. I love you more than you could even think to. I watch it all fall to pieces. My heart calls out for it to stop but I know there’s nothing left to even bury. And all the pain I carry is amplified by my need to run away from what we tried. There is nothing left for me out there. This world is too gone for repair so I will bring the darkness because with a sudden sharpness I know there are no promises left to be kept and no one left to have wept.