not okay.
i'm sorry that sometimes i make you feel as if you're flying high but then the next thing i do is ripping your wings off and watching you fall
and i'm sorry that i can't pick up your pieces but i still try to pick up myself
i remember all the times when i asked you to tell me it's okay and you did, even though it wasn't
i remember when i broke your heart for the first time
and how you've let me break it again and again and again
and when one time i cried "enough" and told you to finally leave me
but you didn't
and i couldn't stand how you could stand me and i got so angry at you for not wanting to lose the weight of me
because honestly, i don't think you should love me, i always feel so lonely
and i think i'm ready to fight for us but everytime i pick up the sword it's pointed at you
so this is how it is
you were lying all this time because you see
that was not okay
hope this letter finds you in good health.