longer.blue

1JUNE’25 a brand new month. at what point do i start looking like the crazy ex? at what point i’ll people look at me and go, wow!! he should’ve been over her by now. i’m gonna be dead before i am over you, that is for sure. and what point will my death seem less insane than it is? its been 40 odd days now and my grief grows exponentially. my suffering does not ease, and my dreams never fail to make you appear. this isn’t a life that’s worth living. this is just pure agony. why can’t you help me? why won’t you? what is stopping you? your guilt? your ego? your loyalty to this new guy? i don’t understand i really don’t only you can save me actually no, i am beyond saving even you can’t save me you could ease my pain though but you won’t so i sit here and suffer waiting for the end i love you til my last breath