i drove to your house and
broke through the back door.
i stood there and stared,
had nothing to look for.
i woke up afraid that i’d never find love.
i was frozen in guilt and anxious as fuck.
i laid there in bed with no motivation.
broken inside 'cause i couldn’t take it.
you were never that important to me,
until i couldn’t have you anymore.
you got up and left
with no explanation.
i covered it up and said it was nothing.
something about your passive aggressive
comments about being passive aggressive
got the best of me.
you’re right.
i can’t take it. X5
you were never that important to me, until i couldn’t have you anymore.