No Matter How Hard I Try Or The Amount Of Willpower I Manage To Summon You Will Always Be My Weakness

As much as I long to hear it it eases my mind to realize the reason you can’t say you love me is because you do

His possession wrapped around me like a warm coat, shielding me in a way it felt like only he could from my own frozen heart

I thought if I believed hard enough in the two of us it would be enough for both of us

I was an idiot

Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness

My eyes ache And I can’t tell if it is from lack of sleep Or all the crying But either way I blame you

Some Days

Some days I love myself.  Overjoyed to help others feel useful A treasure whose bliss is creating bliss Worthy. Loveable. Hopeful.

Other days I hate myself. Overwhelmed with feeling useless A burden and toxic to everything I touch Unworthy. Unloveable. Hopeless.

Some days I wonder if I will ever get back to some days.

How do you fix something so broken?