Wounds..

@Regrann from @poemsporn_  -  If you still love me, never let me know. I can’t know, because if I did, then I’d never stop thinking about you — and it’s already hard enough to get over you. It’s hard to keep your name in my throat when all I want to do is talk about you. It’s hard to wake up in the morning and remind myself that you aren’t there anymore, that we’re not meant to be together.

You and I didn’t work out. It’s over. So don’t try to pull me back and break my heart a second time. I can’t get over you again. It was exhausting the first time. I’m still tired. I’m still healing.

If you care about me at all, don’t text me when you’re lonely, because it's more than just a text. Don’t tell me that I look beautiful when we run into each other, because it's more than just a compliment. Don’t comment on my social media posts, because it's more than just a fleeting comment. It all means so much more, it all holds hope, and that hope is heavy. That hope is hurtful.

Don’t you dare tell me that you still love me, unless you mean that you love me enough to fix the problems we had in the past. Unless it means that you want to give our relationship another try. Unless it means that you’re going to put all of your effort into making us happy this time.

See, if your “I love you” just means that you miss me, or that you want to jump back into the same unhealthy relationship we once had, with no growth and no learning, then I don’t want to hear it. It won’t do anything. It’ll just sting. It will just reopen the wounds I’ve been trying to so hard to heal.

So don’t tell me you love me. Don’t tell me you care. Don’t tell me that hurting me was the biggest mistake you ever made. Let me think that you don’t want anything to do with me. That there’s no chance in hell that you’d take me back. Because it’s easier that way.

It’s easier to move on by telling myself it’s officially over – that you’re never going to step foot into my life again. It’s easier when I’m afraid to text you, because I think you won’t want to hear from me. It’s easier to lie to myself than to face the truth.

So, if you really love me, you’ll stay away. You’ll stay gone.
—@hollyyrio via @thoughtcatalog
pc: @jacknewport