the lines between denying and bargaining are blurred together
everything is blurred together
kinda like how everything is when you dont have your glasses on
blurry, unrecognizable, different
the more i look back the hazier things get.
i knew it was over.
i was the one that said it was,
on impulse sure,
and i did try to take it back
and i don’t really remember what i said.
all i remember is crying
and you talking
as if nothing bothered you
(and maybe nothing did bother you;
you were waiting for this opportunity to strike again.)
i don’t remember what hurt more:
me leaving you
you leaving me (five months before.)