Yes.
It's over this time.
I'm.
Never.
Talking.
To.
Him.
Again.
But...
You see.
What hurts the most.
Isn't that I'm not talking to him.
Or that I never heard him say good-bye.
Or that he was the closest I had ever let anyone.
Or that I gave him my heart only to have it shattered before my eyes.
What hurts me the most
Is that
Everything I am.
My style.
My looks.
My hair.
My piercings.
My music.
My words.
My poems.
My songs.
My beliefs.
My hope.
My faith.
My desires.
My life.
They're all because of him.
They're all by him.
They're all from him.
They're all him.
My love ran so deep for him.
That I became
His other half.
The half that refused to give up.
To give in.
To surrender.
The half that held onto hope.
Faith.
Love.
But the thing about being his other half
Is he was my other half.
And once again.
I am broken.
Been knocked down so much.
I can't get up.
And so...
I'm giving up.
SwiperSaysRAWR Community Member 
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