We won't keep you.

It's always like this.

You’ve entertained the thought that you’re out of things to say and you haven’t even started.

You’re not whole. Whole. Whole. Whole.
Even with the sun glowing you cry. You think of what you’ve done and you cry. (Why won’t he love you?) He knows what she is and he won’t believe you.
It’s hard to tell which upsets you more.
1. Knowingly breaking it to pieces and strategically avoiding obvious warnings.  
or
2. Allowing this to all come together in the first place without the slightest concern for him in any regard.
But you can’t stand to be alone so you’ll keep around when they don’t love you like he loves you.
This is what you’ve become. You’re a monster in your own flesh.
Only now, you’re trying to buy more time. You’re not satisfied. You want something more.
Call it mutiny or entropy.
You’re lost.

You compare all your loving. You miss him more than anyone could even begin to fathom. But it’s been years and you know he’ll never belong to you again. It feels like you're coming apart.
Sometimes just about anything breaks your heart.

Satan is happy with your progress.

It will NEVER be enough. He doesn’t call when you’re lonely.

Where have all your insights gone?
You suppose you could probably find them dripping down your chin.
But you could cling to this hour! You hope the future never comes.