it goes something like this— i loved you / and i think im just what hurt you. im an absolute concentration of everything that hates you. as in, im the leaving, and the being asexual, and the breaking, and the lying, and the ghosting, and the implications that you didn’t deserve to know what happened, and the /
the fact I still stand by all of it. it kept me safe. it is what I wanted.
i still cannot remember why i wanted to leave, so this is all I have left.

i wonder if you have realized im not coming back yet.
in honour of the lies i told you, knowingly or not—
I wish to be honest, even if you’re not here
i hope you forgive me that the truth isn’t to your face

but i am never coming back.