I don’t trust you now.
I had my doubts/concerns/suspicions for the last month.
Today you turned the suspicion into confirmation.
Maybe it’s my fault for not saying something.
Maybe it’s my fault for not asking sooner.
I’m not sure what hurts me more:
Knowing you thought you could work it out without telling me;
Or, you going to make sure it was no longer a fit.
What if you couldn’t? What if it still was?
I’m not sure where to go from here.
I no longer know where the road leads.
All I know is that I’m hurting on the inside.
And yet all I want to do is curl up next to you and hold you.
But at the same time I don’t want you to touch me.
I tried to give you everything you wanted.
Maybe that became the problem.
I want so bad to yell and scream, but I don’t.
Maybe I should, but I know I won’t. I can’t.
You were the one who was originally walled in.
But with time and trust that wall came down.
Know this—now it’s me building a wall.
Until next time...