The fights get worse and the screaming grows louder.
I’m crying in a matter of seconds with flailing arms.
You move away and sit opposite side of the couch from me.
There’s no love left at this point, just two egos battling to see who can win.
I suggest a break, hoping you’d fight for me.
You reply, ‘Yeah’ with no hesitation.
Minutes flash by quicker than blinking, and you’ve already packed up your things.
My heart’s crying silently, internally begging you to stop.
The door opens and you leave me behind.
I sit hugging my knees, soaking tears into my jeans.
After a mind numbing eternity, I wrap up my heart and hide it away,
knowing full well this break means the end.
The word ‘break’ was just a softer blow than ‘break up’.
Because you aren’t coming back.