I’m impressed by your ability to do things when we’re losing it.

I’m impressed by how you but back together the things I destroy.

This is harder than I thought.

Do we hate each other now?

Five and then the truth so many I can’t count.

It’s easier to think of all the flaws.

You’re still smart.

Do we share it?

Maybe.

Try him.

He’s beautiful

He’s stronger than he thinks

He’s musical in all the right ways

He’s so many things I want to say but I don’t know

Kind and thoughtful and overwhelmed by everything and

Easier to do than turning it in.

Echoing back and forth.

But affirmations feel so sick and fake.

Make up some things on the spot

I got nothing.

Oh and then look.

Those dotted lines.

Nothing really.

I love him do you love him

I love someone anyways good enough because I can’t trust myself to be allowed to love someone ever again. Good enough?

A headache in the making. I don’t know if I’ll ever be allowed to answer questions.

No one asked any.

Want to try rewriting our life over again that wasn’t fun but it filled days and days.

Start at one.

Not zero.

There isn’t anything back there.

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