Breakups are hard.
Today was the first day I heard the truth in the non words you speak.
Today it sank in that when I think you are saying nothing, it isn’t because I am not listening.
It is because there is nothing to say.
You do not need me, nor do you want me.
And here I thought that we just didn’t speak the same language.
It has never been that.
It has always been me speaking for you.
Stop making bridges you say.
Then don’t leave a gap to be filled I respond.
I didn’t realize you wanted the gap. You wanted the empty space.
While I reached and yearned for you, you were trying to create a rift.
I shall burn the bridges as I run back into myself.
To hide from the pain, and the I told you so’s.
I should know better.
I should have known better.
I will know better next time.