Missing?

telling a broken person that he didn’t deserve you feels like you are twisting the knife.

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There it was, lying in the dark. the missing piece of the puzzle to my heart.

We just clicked, like a jigsaw puzzle.

Then he stabbed me in the back, or so i thought.

It wasn’t him, but someone entirely different.

As i lied on the ground, i saw the shavings, Of the person i used to be.

We didn’t fit, ‘cause we were “meant to be” but because i carved myself, into someone you would love.

The one who stabbed me, is me, but oh love, it wasn’t all me.

You are an accomplice, to my murder.

You noticed me trying to fit in, and yet didn’t bother to stop me.

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They tell me you didn’t deserve me.

They say it with sympathetic smiles, as if those words are supposed to act as a bandage. As if labeling you the villain automatically cures the ache in my chest.

But when you are already broken, that kind of comfort just eats you alive.

When they say you didn’t deserve me, they are weaponizing my own worth against me. They are reminding me of how much I gave, and how little I received in return. They are pointing at the empty space where my dignity used to be and asking how I could have been so blind. It doesn’t make me feel better about myself; it just makes me question my own judgment. It makes me feel complicit in my own undoing.

And the worst part? The part I can’t tell them?

Why are all my favorite memories with that person, if everyone calls them trash?

If you were so terrible, why was the laughter so loud? Why did the quiet moments feel so safe? To the world, you are a mistake I need to erase. But to me, you are still the author of the happiest chapters I’ve ever lived. And trying to reconcile the “monster” they see with the person I loved is a whole separate heartbreak in itself.

why do i cry over you every month, knowing damn well, you don’t deserve those tears? why can’t i just say i hate you

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why can’t i erase you from my life?