And I've completely fallen apart.
I always knew I loved you more.
I should be happy that you're not as affected, that you're not heaving around a broken heart.
I always knew I loved more, held more, missed more, cared more.
I'm waiting for the day when it will hit you that I'm gone, waiting for you to feel what I feel. But it never will come, will it?
When I don't feel dead inside, all I want to be is dead inside.
But you.
You were always the first to say goodbye.
You do not carry a broken heart.
You were always okay.
You are okay
