Reaching Acceptance

I couldn’t breathe.

Every night,

I would lie awake.

My lungs

would scream for air.

To feel something.

To cry.

I needed to.

I wanted to.

But I couldn’t.

I needed it to hurt.

So I knew

you were still there.

And I think what hurt the most-

Was knowing that

you’ll never know how much

you hurt me.

And I’ll

just have to live with that.

Always being reminded

that

I was in love with someone,

who

wasn’t in love with me.