Is This The End?

Can I survive without you?

As hard as it will be, turning away and leaving you behind, I believe now that it is necessary. There is so much wrong and so little right anymore. I do what I can and it goes unnoticed.

All the little things. I don't want to write them here because of the pain they cause. Like little shards of glass embedded in my skin; and with each memory they push deeper.

I need more.

I love you with all my heart but you keep hurting me, and you don't even realise you're doing it. I am not easy. I know that.

My moods change and flicker under unseen pressure and stressors, you say I'm crazy... But all I am is a woman in love. A woman who is trying to stay sane through your silence and your abandonment.

I think of the space you occupy, and how it would look when it's completed. I think of where you will be and whether we would meet again. I think of how easy it would be for another woman to find a safe haven in your arms until the first year is almost up and you turn cold and never look back.
We are coming apart. We are slowly separating. There's almost nothing left.

I have loved you more than any woman has loved a man.

My words go unnoticed, you hardly hear me. You ignore my declarations of love.

And I am hurting.