I don't own anything.
After everything.
This is how we end.
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Not just how we end.
This is the end.
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Of us.
Our friendship.
Our love.
Our everything.
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What went wrong?
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Now that. That right there.
That is a loaded question.
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Would you like to hear it?
Did you want me to explain it to you?
Shall I just make a list then…?
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1. I was insane.
2. You were insane.
3. It was a power game. (That could never be won, but was always lost.)
4. I loved you.
5. You loved me.
6. We loved each other. (And we really shouldn't have.)
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That's the abbreviated version. Trust me…I could go on.
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Sometimes…sometimes God is cruel.
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He brings two people together.
And deludes them into thinking that this…this right here….that this is everything.
This…this love…it's all I will ever need.
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But of course. It isn't.
And it hurt like fucking hell when it's gone.
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Pride goes down the drain, just like our love.
And I'm left in a crumpled pile on the ground.
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The worst of it though…
The worst of it is that I think…I think…
That I might still love you.
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But you're already gone.
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And you no longer love me…
