Hurt

Everyday the thought of you will become less and less. Everyday the thought of you I will be less of a mess from crying over you. I never knew this would be this hard. All while with you, I wanted to be apart. Now I just want to be a... part... of your daily routine. Who knew I’d miss the little things. Little things like the good morning text. The late night sex. A call or a text just to check on how my day was going. Although you never knowing I wanted out! Not cause of you, but really because of me. I needed to heal. And I knew it wouldn’t get accomplished while involved with you. So I did what I do best. I sabotaged the relationship. I never meant to hurt you. I put that on everything I love. But pain isn’t fair when it comes to love. Doesn’t matter who did what part. All that’s irrelevant when it comes to matters of the heart. Doesn’t really matter who’s to blame. Because at the end of it all, we both feel the same. Hurt. -L’ Mo