I can hear my own heart breaking.
And I know that’s what the sounds mean, trust me. I’ve heard it one too many times already.
I just never thought I’d hear that tune again so soon. Played by you, nonetheless.
Because you were never in the line up to begin with. But somehow you stole the stage and within those streak of stolen moments and accidental weakness, you’ve earned your place.
And it is not okay. I swear it is not okay. I am not supposed to be a wreck. Not right now. Not like this. And definitely not for you.
You’re not worth it. Not that much.
Or at least, that’s the lie I’ve been telling myself.
À la mort,
Seriously though, you’re not. You never were and should never will.