We are breaking we are breaking we are breaking.

It doesn’t matter how much I love you.

It doesn’t matter how much I thought you loved me.

You really did, didn’t you?

Once upon a time, you really did love me, right?

Do you still love me?

Can you still even stand me?

Or do you just find me ‘annoying’?

Does it hurt to look at me, when you remember how perfect we once were?

Do you even remember that?

Us, when we were happy, when we were whole?

These are the questions I want to scream to you,

Across all this space between us,

Across the universe.

You told me to just stop texting you.

What does that mean?

I wish I knew what you wanted.

I wish I knew how to be enough for you.

But instead I am left here,

Doing the wrong thing over and over.

Like an icy wind carrying all our hopes and dreams away.

Stealing what you loved about me,

And everything we had,

Everything we had built together.

So what happens when its gone?

What happens when that icy wind leaves, with nothing left?

What happens when it is too cold to bear?

I don’t know.

So I wait, freezing.

But it hurts, it hurts so badly.

So I light a fire.

It was supposed to be warmth, to fight that icy wind, not you.

But it got out of control.

I should have known.

So now that fire that was supposed to be warmth burns and burns.

It burns everything away.

And now I’m left in the ashes of what we once were.

And that wind is still there.

That icy wind, stealing everything away.

There is nothing left to steal.

So I sit,

Lonely,

Empty.

Until finally, the chill stopped.