I shake whenever I bring it up. Nothing is the way it used to be. You used to love every inch of my body. You’d drink in all of the porcelain with your nervous hands. Every time I say something about it, I’m immediately wrong and I feel like it’s my fault. I’m not delusional. I’m not that crazy.

"I thought we were at a point in our relationship where we don’t have to have sex every day."

No, we don’t have to but fuck; you think you’d want to. Are we 40?

I just want my boyfriend back. I know that seems cold and horrible to you, but I don’t see it that way. You changed, I don’t know when, but you did. Probably when you started getting bored with me. I know you don’t see it, but it’s the way you act.

Maybe I should act a bit more too, but how can I when you’re always preoccupied? I feel like you’re bored. Not attracted to me anymore or something. Fuck, this is so fucking pointless. It’s never going to be fixed anyway.

I bent;
broke and shook even.
Died a bit inside.
At the time it wasn’t death.

Stupidly blind,
I gave you more than you
were ever willing to give anyone.
At the time it wasn’t death.

You crashed my momentum;
threw my balance like a
raging gust of wind.
At the time it wasn’t death.

But I reached a height with you.
Not just physical. I felt that.
That night in the tent.
At the time it wasn’t death.

Warmth replaced the usual
cold in your chest.
Thawing your core just slightly.
At the time it wasn’t death.

In naivety I gave my precious
time to you; mind and body.
Even the slightest look melted me.
At the time it wasn’t death.

I finally told you how I felt.
I got back apathy. You really
know how to break someone.
It was then I took my last breath.

You may have killed a part of me,
but I know I took a part of you.

“You are so lame, you know?
You always disappoint me.
It’s kind of like our running joke,
But it’s really not funny.
And I just want you to live up to
The image of you I created
I see you and I’m so unsatisfied
I see you and I dilate.”
— Ani Difranco (via laceythelush)

(Source: sweetandscathing)