I loved him so brokenly.
Our love was so broken. Shattered by our insecurities. He consumed me with his energy. So strong like a violent wind, but I craved his wrath. Each breath was shorter than the last. I was Voluntarily suffocating, I didn’t need anyone else. I’d still get this tightness in my chest, when the slightest thought on him grazes past my neck.
I can’t breathe. I told him.
I told him.
god PLEASE!!
Take this pain. Away. From me.
Anger, dysfunction, it’s bubbling up again.
I’ve regurgitated this moment for months now, but like the k9 in me, I’ve returned to my vomit.
I hate you. I love you. I need you. I owe you.
You saved me. You gave me, the right to even love...again.
I’m done. Again.
I’m gone. Again.
So long. My friend.
I’ve found the end.
-S.H
8/15/2019
@1:53AM
One of my late night thoughts. Very nervous to post, so here we go. Please be gentle. 🙈🙈 #latenightpoetry #healingsessions #venting #journaling #writersofinstagram #youpoetpoetrybook #tiltedcrownx #adjustwithcaution #XVII
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