y

When I think of you I can’t control the sudden numb that crawls up my throat and sits in my chest like a stone. To me you’re nothing. Just meaningless. Just unfaithful. Just untrustworthy. I’ve seen the real you. Been inside it. Lived in the rooms you lied in. I wish I never trusted. Because trust isn’t real. It leaves you shattered. With the broken promises echoing off the walls of the person I used to be.