glass house

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04/18/25


"i think every pain in this world, wants to be witnessed"

 Because we are over. Not friends, not acquaintances. No, we are back to strangers like we never met at all. And sometimes I wish exactly that, I never gave you my number the day you got into my car for a ride to work.

But now, it's over. And you said it a million of times, at first not forward enough. Just that you want to take things “slow”, and then that you wanted to stay in contact with each other and finally two days ago you completely cut it off. You want space. 

I hurt you when I broke up with you. And the last two weeks, I've said really mean hurtful things to you, the back and forth is exhausting and you are done.


Ouch. Abandoned. 


I can't seem to stop hurting and honestly I just need to write, to get it all out and send it in a little white envelope, sealed with a kiss and an address, scribbled on it with my cat scratchy handwriting. I just hope the post office can read it so you get my letter.


I'm trying to make sense of this all.


What happened to us? Where did I go so wrong?


I've been asking you and you stopped answering my texts so yeah I'm in my head. Thinking about you and us and...


it's not fair.


You are out there staying busy, with work, hanging out with friends, surrounded by your family. And I'm just here, with my windows open and this beautiful house in the center of Denver, was sad music on just missing you.


You seem so fine, and how?


I mean I thought we were both in love with each other here.


Aren't you feeling anything?


Why am I the one in pain and you are out there flying free? How'd you do it, detaching yourself so easily and so fine about it all?


God where is my happiness in all of this?


God, can I quit asking all these fucking questions and just go away in silence?


You see if we never met at all I'd be happy and free. 

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