He said, “see this is why we can’t be together. You’re too emotional.”

“I don’t think I’m too anything.”

You are never too anything. You are more than enough and more perfect than you’ll ever know. It’s him who isn’t quite enough. Trust me.



“Why did you call me?”

“Because I felt like talking to you. Hey can you do me a favor?”

Oh that’s why you called.


“It’s just a gut feeling.”

“How long have you been having this gut feeling?”

“Since we met.”

The shower is the only place I can cry without anyone hearing.

A million of my tears just washed down the drain.

“Gut feeling”.

Don’t change a thing

You used to tell me you loved everything about me.

Don’t change a thing.

Don’t change a thing about the way you dress.

Don’t change a thing about the way you are.

Now he pokes and prods me.

Telling me to change everything about myself.

You should be skinnier. You’re too this. Too that. Poke. Prod. This is still too much fat.

What will even be left of me?


No one ever finds me as disappointing and annoying as you do. 

Typically I get along with people and am considered to go with the flow. 

You make me feel like quicksand… like everyone should run or I’ll swallow them. 

Maybe I should so they’ll stay. 


Your words are sticky, dripping with gooey sugar crystals. They coat my throat, block my airways and choke my wind pipes. 

I never get to eat sugar, it’s bad for my teeth you say. But sometimes you force it to me and it’s artificially saccharine. Like Splenda. I know it’s not good for me but I still like the taste. Only it’s slightly bitter. 

The move

I cried myself to sleep last night beside him because I’m moving on… 

without you. 

The end of a chapter that tore my heart in half and left me out to bleed.