Sometimes The Smallest Things, Have The Most Weight

I loved you for a long time. through a lot of shit, good and bad.
I loved you as you were, damaged, fragile, wounded, funny, clever, thoughtful, insightful, youthful, kind, attentive...

then, I realized, you simply didn't really exist, I've been loving a ghost, a figment, a zephyr.

Turns out, you're a terrible, selfish person, and I don't feel like loving you any more.
I don't feel like showing you a beautiful world anymore,
I don't feel like protecting you anymore.
I don't care anymore.


eventually this won't hurt as much, eventually I can forget to remember these wasted years.
It's ok for me to let this die; everything dies at some point.


And,
I don't even know why I was keeping this alive anymore.

It's kind of funny, that you managed to kill it with the tiniest comment,
(too many emotions on my end)

You were right, you were never worthy of all that I gave you. You were right that I was giving you too much

Sometimes the smallest things have the most weight.