Doesn’t it suck when the heartbreak ends? When you write your last line about them and instead of rage you just feel, empty. No longer happy or sad or angry, you’re just numb. When you stop clutching their hoodie in agony, now it’s just another article of clothing you never wear but don’t get rid of. When your eyes run dry and people think that means you’re okay. Atleast when you’re heartbroken you feel something, there’s something worth crying over, something worth feeling. You’ve lost the only thing worth fighting for, the only thing that’s ever felt like a lose. I don’t know what’s worse being lost in a pit of agony, or being lost in a pit of nothing. I’d get lost in the pain of everything for you, just to know I’m still alive. Yes my heartbreak seems over, and I wish it wasn’t because loving you gave me something, now I don’t know anything. Loving you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done and learning not to was the hardest. So now what? Don’t I love you? I’m sure I do. And yet I have nothing left to feel, at least the heartbreak was something real. And now us…. Us is a ridiculous mystery. Maybe a mystery with no hope of solving. Are you happy? I don’t freeze with sadness and I don’t burn with desire, I am a puddle still and quiet. Doesn’t it suck when the heartbreak ends? It’s like the end of everything, and you don’t even feel it.
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