Tearing little pieces 



It’s almost unbearable how you don’t miss me like I miss you.

The inequality of emotion there is cutting into me.

Will we EVER be on the same page?

Sometime I wonder if it would be better for you if I didn’t exist at all, that way there is no obligation to care.

Can we go back to the part where you are excited to talk to me? 

Hating myself for needing your want.