Healing takes time

I don't love you anymore.

I don't want to know you.

I don't even recognize the person you became.

Since the day my chest shattered, I've been trying to pick up the pieces. Every time I think I've found another one, I cut myself on it all over again. I keep bleeding from wounds you left behind, and sometimes it feels like they will never close.

I wish I healed faster from you.

I wish seventeen years didn't echo through every room of this house.

I wish I didn't have to carry what you did while also carrying our children.

I wish I didn't have to wonder whether the person I trusted most ever truly existed.

Most of all...

I wish I didn't have to hate you.

Because I never wanted our story to end like this.