let it be love.

When you’re just ✨understood✨ as a Taylor fan to everyone.

What it feels like working two jobs, selling a home, getting divorced, grieving multiple losses, new realities ALL at once.

A crack in the glass

This thing that allows entry

Broken, needs fixing

"We needed a new one anyway"

And we spend the day apart

Coming together only to clash

My anger and your defenses

Meeting like lightening

Jolted emotion

Leaving me to question

How did we get here?

Separate for three weeks and still unable to be

I think this is it

The crack in the glass

It seems so much bigger than anything before

My rage

Your infidelity

Pointing fingers

Coming undone

Broken

Beyond repair

having my phone number wiped clean from this earth has been so damn annoying.

I didn’t realize how much these wounds would pop up. The cheating wound, the wound and pain of not being chosen despite my voice trying to communicate. The pain that lies in those moments, plummeting my self confidence and self worth.

you’re not worthy, what you’ve done and who you are is lacking.

the voices are so loud sometimes.

writing poetry about a girl that you felt something for

on the plane ride home

to your wife and dog and house and life

and I’m supposed to let that go?

My pain sits in October and comes back in flashes

you chose her and you and anyone but me

and then acted surprised when the only person who chose me, me, does.

I miss you,

and I’m sorry.