There’s a part of me that stays ok throughout the day but begs a lot of me when I sleep. I try so hard to exhaust myself every day, sleeping only when I can’t open my eyes anymore. This part of me likes to mock my attempts of being ok, showing me dreams which are untrue. These dreams show me what was and what will never be. I need to sleep but I won’t because I’m so tired of waking up crying.
I hate it and I hate this but I'm sorry because I can't forgive you for having forgotten my birthday. It's partly you but it's a lot of me. I love you so much. It hurts so much. It's important to me. It's so important that I cannot let it go. It can't feel unimportant to the person I love again. I can't. It hurts too much. So sorry but I can't.
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