I don’t know how much longer this is going to last. In between the gentle pauses, we’re going at each other’s throats in the ways we naively believe will work. You turn to cruel, cold words and me to tears every second because it sincerely pains me. You make me feel weak for crying, and now I feel weak for it. Where does one thing end and the other begin? I’m sick to my stomach with how much you despise me now, with how much I despise you now. How far we’ve let this come. How much I don’t want it to end, still. After all this. I can’t bear to fathom the rest of my life without you. Everything I do is wrong…everything I do will never be enough to make a broken toy work.
