No, there is nothing wrong with you.
There is nothing wrong with the way you break my heart – not at all. That is your signature move, and I expect nothing less from it all than a cruelly shattered heart. There is an odd, tingling sensation that accompanies every heartbreak; as though you needed a reminder that you are still alive, that you are still human, that you have yet become an emotionless psychopath.
I just didn’t know how to respond to you anymore. I just didn’t know where to draw the line. You’ve said it countless times, warning me you can be cruel – you are mean, but I went ahead and let you anyway, arguably even self-inviting all these pain. You seem to have a desire to inflict pain, and I so willingly became a subject for you – for what reason, I do not understand.
So, toss me around like a single, lone wave in the ocean, make me seem tiny like an inconspicuous wisp of vapour in the wind.
I am too tired to care, too tired to be afraid of what is coming next.
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