I’m entirely made of tears. The only thing holding together the tears is the tears between the tears. The quiet tears and the loud tears. I’ve never felt this deeply before. I didn’t know men can even cry like this. Its all on me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
You wanted everything and my wants aren’t clear to me so I ended us, and so I am made of tears. Doubt paints with my tears while love cries with yours. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. For the futures that could have been and may never yet be. I don’t know what heartbreak is, but I just know that i don’t like it.