Say it. That when I was raking the dead leaves into a pile of letting go in the front yard, your left hand was still shaking from gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline that time we rode home in your car and I was crying. Say it. Say you weren’t the one who smashed…
It’s just sad because we began the summer off just loving,
unconditionally, and now it’s like the whole world turned upside down
and we’re so far apart that it’s as though we were never.. even.. us
i hate this
i hate it.