Crumbling

So.

You didn't mean to hurt me,

You said you knew that I'd be upset

But you didn't mean to hurt me.

Well that's nice of you.

It might make you feel less guilty to believe that you took my feelings into consideration.

But let's be honest,

You didn't.

Even though I believe you did.

I wonder how you thought I'd react.

I surprised myself,

I think I handled it really well,

Wishing you every happiness

And I think apart of me actually believes that I meant it.

Well.

Here I am.

Again, but you knew that

Familiar ground.

I'm used to it by now

It doesn't hurt anymore.

I've had much more hurt than that you've given me.

Compared to my past this doesn't even register.

You have no need to feel guilty

I'm fine.

Ok, so I feel like I've been torn apart down a seem,

Ripped.

Shredded.

But it's only my self-esteem and trust that has been dented.

I'll get over it.

And yes,

I'm crumbling inside

Breaking

Falling into myself

Writhing in pain and dying slowly

Because I miss you and it hurts

But I am damned if I am going to show you even an ounce of that.