I’ll only die if I break one too many times.
and I’ll only break if I’m vulnerable, if I feel.
But how screwed up is it that to love means giving ourselves to someone and just trusting that they won’t throw us away the first time we mess up.
and maybe breaking is when you screw up ten too many times and you just keep hurting them so you say goodbye for the good of you both.
But saying goodbye is terrible because it’s okay for a while but then you break again when you’re weak and tired of faking that thing we call: “I’m good.”
I don’t know what’s worse: to be constantly broken and completely alone
constantly broken but there’s someone there to take your shatteredness and love it to the point where they break too.