What is it about a broken heart that makes us want to pick ourselves off the floor and become the opposite of who we used to be? Why do we allow another person the control to leave us breathing haphazardly on the floor and wondering what we did wrong? What words where said that shouldn’t have been said?
What is it about heartache that makes us question everything we ever stood for and everything that we have become? Maybe if I was thinner, prettier, beautiful or more quite. What if I was more punk, or rock instead of who I am now?
Why do I have to change to be better? “It’s not you, it’s me.” I can’t deal with such bullshit spoon fed to people when a person cannot come up with something better or true to say, they use a cop out and that cop out leaves the broken hearted trying to figure out where they went wrong.
If only I’d talked more when we first met, was darker, older, smarter, or thinner.
I’m over feeling like I’m the problem.
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